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�� Abe
woke slowly and unwound Tamara�s arms from around his slender chest. He tucked
her gently in the covers before moving to the door, dressing himself as he
went. He moved briskly because he felt he had to. If he stayed, the temptation
would definitely prove too great again and Tamara, as she was, wouldn�t stop
him from indulging a third time. Not because she wanted him, per say, but
because that creature inside her did.
�� For what reason? he wondered.
�� Abe
paused at the door and glanced back at her, his posture elegantly upright. It
was hard to believe the beauty that laid in his bed, peacefully wrapped in his
sheets, hair splayed like a silken black fan on his pillow, housed something he
felt to be inherently and perversely dark. It spoke to him while he moved
inside her that first time and it seemed to call him now, wanting him to
return. To stay he thought, staring
at the warm space he abandoned beside her.
�� Stay�Stay��
�� Abe
took a step forward and then back, closing the door quietly behind him as he
moved into the office. Moving into the hall the compulsion to stay by her side
fell away completely and he was at ease, save the stiffing pain of his back.
�� He
flexed his shoulders, working them round in circles as he strode quietly though
the B.P.R.D.�s central hall. He paused thoughtfully realising that on both
sides of him, the rooms specifically built for brainstorming and lecturing,
were completely and conspicuously empty. Focusing his powers he could sense he
was the only living soul in the hall, save for one other. Her presence
flickered softly like a newly lit candle in the space of his mind. Female,
fragilely soft, filled with the complete serene peace that one gets when
listening to a calming melody.
�� Abe
followed the signature, walking with his normal quietness into a small alcove
office near the elevators and stairs, startling the woman inside. He touched
her shoulder and she jumped, spinning in her seat with eyes wide, hurriedly
tugging a pair of white earphones from her head.�
�� Oh,
Agent Blue! I�m sorry! Were you calling me? I didn�t mean to ignore you. I was
listening to my iPod while I typed up all these dispatch manifests,� she
smiled, waiving the pink and yellow copies about. �Is there something you
need?�
�� Yes.
If you could tell me where the other agents are, Agent Bellem,
I�d be most thankful.�
�� Bellem let out a long breath, her eyes rolling up as she
tried to remember. �Most are on site at the moment, in various places, I can�t
remember them all. Others are sleeping below, waiting to be dispatched. There
must be a full moon or something because I�ve been swamped with more work than
ever today.� She flipped through a portion of the overly thick stack with a
frown. She glanced at him and then broke a nervous smile. �But it looks like I
don�t have to tell you that.�
�� Abe
followed the woman�s gaze and touched his ear ports and the blood that dried
and flaked there. He brushed the dark peelings off his neck and shoulder and
winced, striking wounds he did not know he had. The stiffness in his back were
cuts, Tamara�s nail marks. Not-yet fully healed reminders of their sinful romp
that had now begun to bleed again, disturbed by the motion.
�� I
was on my way to tend to that right now,� he said quickly, backing away.
�Excuse me, won�t you?�
�� Of
course,� she chimed merrily, swivelling back to front in her chair. She put the
bud headphones back in her ears and typed away gaily, completely oblivious to
Abe�s distress.
�� He
walked briskly to the medical labs and infirmary, pushing open the doors to stand
before the full length mirror. Turning his back slightly, he could see his
entire back was criss-crossed with dark blue scratches, from the small of his
back to over his shoulder and arms. She had even managed to tear one of the
fins that sat in the centre of his shoulder blades. Thankfully it was only
vestigial or he might be in some real pain.
�� Not that you would notice at all, he
thought bitterly, wondering how he did not know such trauma had come to his
body.
�� Abe
tore off the broken piece with a hiss and then gathered the necessary tools to
clean the rest. He stood in the mirror, wincing, exposing the brush-like white
teeth as he dabbed at his wounds with antiseptic on a cotton ball when Tamara
entered silently behind him.
�� She
stood motionless, quietly tucked away in a corner of the room, wrapped in his
too-long-for-her BPRD issue jacket, watching him. Abe didn�t sense her until he
reached a particularly savage wound, brushing away a blue sliver of skin.
�� He
slowly set down the forceps in his hand at her pained groan and slightly turned
his head in her direction. �How long have you been there?�
�� Long enough,� she answered, nearly sick at the sight of the wound.
When he did not reply, Tamara took a step forward, her hands clasped as if in
prayer. �Abe�I am sorry. I didn�t mean for it to be like this, but Nek�kem was so damn insistent. He spoke to me like I am
speaking to you now and moved me with his hands and I was just so, so tired of fighting�� Tamara let her
fists fall and shook her head, she was putting the blame everywhere but where
it belonged. This was her fault, she gave up and now they both paid the price.
�I am sorry, Abe.�
�� Abe
looked at her in the mirror a moment and then resumed cleaning his wounds.
�It�s alright, Dr. Knight,� he sighed. �Unfortunately, I too know the feeling.�
�� Tamara
was surprised, �You heard him?�
�� Abe
nodded, �I believe so and quiet frankly I wonder how you are able to cope with
that day in and day out.�
�� I
don�t, usually. It�s never been more aggressive than it was last night.�
�� I
wonder why that is,� he said with genuine curiosity. A succubus fed off of
carnal desire in the same way, but it was rendered powerless when the victim
woke and it certainly didn�t move the conscious body. He ticked succubus off
his list of mental suspects then, moving for another soaked cotton ball.
�� It
probably has something to do with this�� Tamara pulled the jacket sleeve up to
her elbow and showed him her forearm, making a fist. The mark on her hand, the
simple and errant black smudge, had grown considerably. It engulfed her hand
and forearm like a glove, turning it completely black and hastily thatched like
a woven basket up to her bicep where the ends faded. �I woke up and it was like
this. I think it�s done growing for now.�
�� It
shouldn�t be growing at all.� Abe waved her closer and lifted her onto the
observation table. He pulled a rolling stool next to her and brought her arm
under a light for inspection. The mark made her hand look unnaturally black. It
looked to be more than tattooed on her skin, but what made it. Every layer of
her skin, every fibre of muscle was black, through and through. Abe traced her
arm gently with his finger and was staggered to see it move, the hatched edges
rising off her skin like a multitude of living, pulsating spider legs. They
stilled as soon as he took his hand away, the spindly edges falling against her
skin, seemingly tacking themselves into place.
�� Abe
tilted his head with a surprised sound. �Touch seems to agitate it. I wonder
why that is.�
�� As
far as I can tell, it�s like a dinner bell for Nek�kem.
I feel it move before I hear him.�
�� And
when does that happen?�
�� Tamara
lifted her head, �When I am aroused.�
�� Abe
met her stare and swallowed hard. He should have known that was the answer, then
perhaps he would not be trapped in this awkward moment. Tamara stared intently
at him, his hand warmed against her skin. He could feel the air charge around
them but she did not move toward him or away. She simply stayed motionless as
he did with his hand gripping, massaging,
her arm.
�� Abe
let her go abruptly and looked at his shaking hand, making a fist. �No one
should touch that mark then. We�ll cover it and I will make a note to tell the
Professor about it.�
�� Tamara
raised a slender eyebrow. �Even about how it most likely came to be?� she
asked, hinting at their torrid interlude.
�� Probably,�
he nodded sombrely, beginning to spin gauze around her hand. �It is not what I
would like to do, but he will eventually ask the question and I will have to
tell him.�
�� Manning
is going to have a conniption,� she smirked, thinking about how red his face
would become, the flustered stammering she could expect. �I should start
packing my bags right now.�
�� I
see no reason why you would be punished.�
�� But
you are not Manning.� Tamara took a deep breath and lowered her head. �It�s
probably just as well,� she sighed. �I couldn�t guarantee I wouldn�t do it
again or right now for that matter.�
�� Right now?� Abe echoed. Tamara looked up and nodded and the
man hurried to finish, tearing the end of the gauze with his teeth before
affixing a clip to keep it in place. �Don�t let anyone see that until I have
had a chance to speak with the Professor,� he said quickly.
�� Trying
to put space between them, Abe pushed away on the stool, crashing thoughtlessly
into the trey of instruments at his side, knocking them to the ground.
�� He
crouched to pick them up immediately and Tamara leapt down to help. They were
nearly done when their hands touched, both unwittingly reaching for the same
discarded scalpel. Tamara tightened her grip on his fingers and crouched
closer, moving on her naked knees to sit closer.
�� Dr.
Knight, I do not think this is such a good idea,� he said. �Perhaps engaging in
coitus is the reason your mark has grown.�
�� Tamara
laughed softly at the formal terminology. Abe could be such an intellect and
prude but, as she had learned, that wasn�t all he was. �There is only one way
to find an answer to that query.�
�� What
are you proposing, Dr. Knight?�
�� A
simple experiment,� she smiled, coming closer.
�� Abe�s
eyes widened, looking like shining black dinner plates in his slack face as her
lips pressed against his. She pecked at him softly at first, lovingly peppering
small, seemingly innocent kisses across his mouth until his body relaxed, his shoulders slumping. Tamara smiled against him feeling
his fingers spread and lace with her own. Abe�s eyes closed and he pulled her
forward by their joined hands, kissing her back.
�� Tamara
moaned throatily. She could feel his other hand snake around her waist, parting
the edge of the jacket to slide against her skin. His palm, with its unique and
bumpy texture, smoothed along her back and down her bottom, fisting the flesh
there. Abe lifted her by her ass, forcibly bringing her to sit in his lap,
untwining his hand to steady her there. She folded her legs around his waist
and watched with a grin as his webbed hands moved for the jacket, spreading it
open and then easing down her slender shoulders.
�� The
jacket fell in a pile under them and Abe ran a reverent hand over her breasts,
sliding down their front, purposely beading her nipples with his palms. He
looked at her as he suddenly fisted the soft mounds, twisting her nipples to
hear her gasp again. Tamara squeaked and her eyes flashed open, surprised by
his roughness.
�� Should
I stop?� Abe asked, already knowing the answer.
�� Absolutely
not,� she breathed, kissing him again.
�� Abe�s
lips left hers and travelled down her throat to her breasts, scratching at her
nipples with his bristly teeth. He took one between his teeth and pulled her
skin taught, flicking at the tip with his tongue as Tamara slid her hands over
the smooth zigzagging marks of his brow. She could feel her nether lips swell
in anticipation, the tight hollow of her body ached to be filled. And as if he
knew her thoughts Abe began to spread his legs, his hips grinding. She held
onto the back of his head as he laid her down, slowly lowering to the floor in
his arms.
�� Tamara
fell gently against the tile and Abe slowly moved to stretch atop her. He held
himself up by his arms as he continued to suck on her breasts, turning the tips
of each one red and stiff before nipping his way to her mouth again. He moved
closer and Tamara moaned, feeling his knee thrust between her legs and crush
against her clit. She raised her hips to grind against him and drew a
pleasurable sound from the man above her. Her knee tucked into that space
behind his sack, teased him as well, kneaded his
stiffening flesh.
�� Abe
rocked against her thigh just as she ground herself against him, stoking the
steadily growing desire between them. The higher part of his brain told him to
stop, that it was safest if they did more study and research with what they now
knew�but his baser thoughts whispered to him as well. They told him this was
exactly the kind of study and research needed. What was better than testing a
hypothesis in an experiment? Nothing,
he told himself, putting his knees between her legs and pulling at the diver�s
trunks at his hips.
�� Tamara
sat up on her elbows and watched as his hand disappeared into his shorts and
pulled out his cock and balls. He didn�t waste time pulling the bottoms off and
left his turgid flesh to dangle lewdly over the top of the shorts as he moved
her into position. Abe lifted her legs and held them with one hand and took his
cock in the other, pressing his head against her entrance and then lifting his
bottom off the floor with a flex of his long thighs. Abe thrust inside her with
a savage grunt, forcing the thick of his shaft deep inside her, his fingers
digging into her calves as he parted her legs to fold around him. Not to hold me, he half-lied to himself,
to see the mark. He looked at her
wrapped arm, waiting to see the mark slither from underneath the line of gauze
as he began to thrust, but he could not stop his eyes from lulling.
�� Tamara
moaned and clawed at the polished floor under her. Abe pushed deeply inside her
and held himself there, letting his sac press flush against the curve of her
bottom before he eased free of her pussy and did it again. He cored her slowly,
in timely and measured thrusts, slowly grinding away that ache that threatened
to burst her flesh down there and then adding to it. Tamara moved her hips to
make him go faster but he held her down, intent on moving at the frustrating
speed. It was killing him too, but Abe continued on, wanting to see if his
hypothesis was right. He hoped, he prayed
he wasn�t.
�� Look
at me.� Tamara turned his face and held it at centre, curling her legs around
his back. She let her hands fall and he kept his gaze on hers, Tamara smiled.
�Now, fuck me harder,� she rasped, thrusting her hips.
�� She
did it again and he surprised her by thrusting back in counter motion. He liked
how aggressive she was, how hungry she sounded for him. It almost rang true. Almost. Abe took
her hands in his and pinned them over her head, stretching her body long over
the cold floor. Tamara could not suppress the shiver the contact brought, nor the one his eyes drew from her. He kept his eyes locked
with hers as he moved; his usually blank and un-emotive black stare was
savagely intense. Tamara felt incredibly small under the weight of his gaze but
this was what she asked for, so she would not shrink away, no matter how
self-conscious she suddenly felt.
�� Abe
tightened his grip on her hand and pushed hard into her with a resounding
smack. He held himself there only a moment, enjoying her shocked expression and
the pulsing around his cock before thrusting at a regular pace, savagely
digging at her flesh with his dick. He felt possessed�shunting into her like an
animal, working his hips until his body burned�but knew he wasn�t. He was in
control of his body and doing with it what he wanted. Too bad I cannot say the same thing for her, he thought watching
the woman under him. He put their joined hands under her head to stop it from
banging against the floor, not that she complained, or could with the creature controlling her, he frowned. Abe held
her hands tighter and thrust harder, trying to push back his errant thoughts,
but they would not be denied. He would have liked for her to genuinely feel the
same thing he felt for her.
�� Tamara
hugged the man closer with her legs until they ached. Yet another orgasm shook
her body, sending her walls contracting hotly around his dick. A hot flash
rippled across her skin and Tamara arched off the grounds, her toes pointed
until her joints popped as all the breath in her body left in a scream, but
there was no blissful afterglow this time. Abe was still drumming at her,
ploughing at her with all his might and strength. It should have been a turn on
to see the usually reserved and dignified intellect become so wild and wanton,
but he seemed so detached. It was as if he was focused on a task, not really
enjoying it himself.
�� Tamara
moved to sit up. She wanted to draw Abe�s attention back on her, not just her
body, but something pulled her back down. Her stomach knotted like a thick rope
winding onto itself and she fell, was yanked back, against the floor with a
startled sound. Tamara whimpered as she looked at the arm bent behind her head.
She could feel something moving behind the tightly wrapped dressing.
�� Abe sto�ugh!� Tamara arched off the floor and Abe moaned with her.
He closed his eyes and dipped his head to her chest as her walls became
incredibly, almost painfully tight around him. Abe took his hand from under her
head and slapped it on her sex, using it to steady himself as he pulled up onto
his knees. His fingers circled her clit, rolling the tiny bead of hard flesh
between its tips. Tamara�s eyes rolled and Abe let out another moan, in both
relief and pleasure. Slowly the ring of muscles eased from around him and he
could move inside her again, tentatively sliding in and out before resuming his
heavy thrusting.
�� And you were going to stop him,� Nek�kem said with a tsk of
disappointment. �I see not much has
changed.�
�� Tamara�s
head rolled against the floor, her eyes rolling wildly in her head. She could
not see them beginning to turn black, nor could Abe who looked at the meeting
of their bodies instead, watching as his veined and dark blue flesh disappeared
inside her again and again. She was so wet everything down there practically
glistened in the harsh fluorescent lights, her thighs, his thighs, her lips and
his cock.
�� Abe
reached for her sides with trembling, fisting her flesh, jockeying his hips
harder and faster than ever before. Seeing what he felt was slowly driving him
to that edge until he felt himself all over. He pushed inside her a final time
and came, gushing his release deep inside her. Abe
laid his head against her chest with an exhausted sound. Like the time before,
he expected her to hold him but when he didn�t feel the warm embrace of her
arms, he looked up, un-sticking the side of his face from her sweaty skin.
�� She
lay on her back, arms akimbo and eyes shut, unconscious.
�� Abe
scrambled to her side, loading her into his arms. �Dr. Knight! Dr. Kni�Tamara, wake
up!�
�� He
shook her gently at first and then violently, his growing fear taking over. Abe
lifted her from the floor and laid her on the observation table, tapping at her
face with his palm until her eyes began to roll behind her lids. Her
honey-brown eyes fluttered to open and she frowned, touching her head.
�� What
happened?�
�� Abe
let out a breath he did not know he held and willed his hands to stop
trembling. �I do not know, but you were unconscious for a few moments.�
�� I
think I hit my head.� Abe sat her up and lifted her hands, she may have felt
pain but there was nothing to indicate she should. No bump, no gash, nothing.
�� You
seem fine,� he said confidently. �But I will get you an ice-pack and we�ll see
that you get some rest. Put this on and I will be back, directly.�
�� Abe
handed her a paper gown and moved behind one of the partitions, tucking himself
into his pants as he did. He could have kicked himself. Planted his own foot right in the crotch that was causing so much
trouble. She seemed to be ok with the dangers their interlude could have
brought about but he wasn�t.
�� But the flesh is so weak� a voice
whispered, sympathetically.
�� But
a man�s will is stronger,� he answered, aloud. Firm and
challenging. He knew this voice without ever hearing it before, its
presence left a telling stain in Tamara, literally and figuratively, and he
could feel that same soiling tarnish bleed into his mind now.�
�� Is that why you needed her to cover up?�
�� Abe
crushed the ice-pack under his fist fiercely, popping the contents inside. He
stood a moment in absolute calm, sifting it back and forth in his hand, feeling
it grow cold as he concentrated on the energy that spoke to him.
�� What
are you?� he grit.
�� I owe you no explanations.� Nek�kem chuckled heartily.
�� Then
perhaps you will be more willing to tell me what you want?�
�� The same thing you do.�
�� Abe
stilled. �And that would be?�
�� Come now, you are highly intelligent merman.
Do I really need to spell it out for you?�
�� Abe
pulled back the partition and saw Tamara padding around the room in the paper
gown, cleaning up. She stopped and looked up, giving him a bashful smile before
returning to the gurney, resting as he had ordered. Abe slid the partition back
and continued to agitate the package in his hand.
�� You
cannot have her.�
�� We shall see��
�� Abe
opened his mouth to retort when he was suddenly awash in the emotion of panic.
And pain. Worry, dread, urgency. The sensation grew
and grew until faces quickly became etched in his mind.� He pushed back the partition and handed
Tamara the ice-pack, pressing it to her aching head. He helped her off the
observation table and told her to sit on the stool instead. She went without
question, not that she needed to ask why as she could suddenly hear it come
roaring down the hall.
�� The
door burst open and Clay and Agent Lime pulled the front of a rickety gurney
that held Hellboy. He was rolling in pain, clutching his normal arm, although
Tamara wondered if that word, �normal�, could apply to any part of the red
agent. His tail thrashed as the two agents and five others came to lift him,
dumping him with a unison grunt into the observation table. Hellboy jostled a
bit and blood seemed to pour out of him like water in a pail. Abe caught him
before he could empty more of the life sustaining fluid on the floor, packing
the jagged wound with box after box of gauze squares until it quietly dripped
past the thatched padding.
�� What
happened to you, Red?� Tamara wondered aloud.
�� Larrioux�s followers are not nice people,� he grit with a smirk.
�� Abe
could have struck him for trying to be so funny right now, but Liz beat him to
it. She stormed in the room, tearing off her gloves before she slapped his good
arm.
�� It�s
not funny!� she shouted, her cheeks red. �Why didn�t you wait for back up? We
were right outside!�
�� Hellboy
closed his eyes and shrugged, �It�s not my style.�
�� How about six feet under in a velvet lined box? Is that
your style?�
�� Not
really,� he said calmly. �I�m more partial to silk.�
�� God
help me�� Liz took a step back, her hand ready to slap him when Abe cleared his
throat, hinting to the witnesses around them. �He�s your friend, Abe. Talk to
him,� she said walking to the opposite side of the room.
�� Abe
slowly peeled back the layers of gauze with an exasperated sigh, �Liz, I have
been trying for years. I am afraid
there is nothing left to say.�
�� Then
perhaps I can be of assistance.� Broom ambled into the room with the help of
his cane, striding toward his son. �You, sir, are grounded.�
�� Pop!
Look I-� Hellboy lifted his head and then his yellow eyes rolled, the pain too
intense.
�� The
Professor let out a disgusted snort. �Look at you! You can barely even open
your mouth to defend your actions. Not that there is any logical defence.�
�� Pop��
Hellboy said weakly, the loss of blood finally taking its toll.
�� Enough,�
he hushed. �After Abraham tends to your wounds, you will remain in your room
until such a time you can learn to be a part of the B.P.R.D. team, instead of
its renegade vigilante and my personal headache.�
�� Bu-�
Abe saved the man from himself, pressing a syringe of muscle relaxants and
painkillers into his arm. The highly concentrated dosage was enough to kill an
elephant but it only succeeded in knocking the demon agent out for a spell. Hopefully long enough for him to forget
his argument with the Professor, Abe hoped.
�� Abe
knew the old man�s feelings. He was extremely worried that his son had really
gotten himself in trouble this time. Broom would have collapsed in tears on the
man at the mere sight of him torn up as he was if he didn�t think being firm
with him was what he needed. So the slender and wrinkled man watched from the
corner like the rest as Abe slowly cut away the burnt and gnarled tissue,
keeping his sadness and relief bottled up and shelved away behind his hard
expression.
�� Damn
it,� Abe hissed. He cut too deep and blood volleyed from the wound, splattering
at Liz�s feet. Other than Abe, she was the closest to the unconscious agent and
seeing the deep red liquid squirt in her direction, she turned with a pained
noise.
�� Oh,
Red,� she frowned, massaging her head. �Why are you so damn stubborn?�
�� It�s
ok,� Tamara hushed. She held her hand out and after a moment Liz took it,
welcoming the hug she offered. �He�ll be fine,� she soothed, running her hand
over her back, looking at the spattered trail over Liz�s shoulder. Her eyes
followed the red trail back to the vicious looking wound it came from. The
flesh dangled, vibrated with every beat of his strong heart and dark beads of
the precious fluid dripped from the strips of tissue.
�� Beautiful isn�t it,� Nek�kem
purred. �Blood. Hot, sticky, sweet
tasting blood.�
�� The
entity licked his lips and Tamara lurched forward, her stomach rolling
hungrily. She swallowed and found her throat dry and cottony. Nek�kem wanted her to hunger for the demon�s blood. Taste
it. Roll it around in her mouth and swallow it to coat her parched throat.
�� You must admit you are curious as to its
flavour now.�
�� Tamara
closed her eyes and shook her head. It was a lie, she was curious but this was
a temptation she�d never succumb to. Drinking blood was for psychotics and
vampires and she was neither.
�� But you are so thirsty,� he persisted.
�And it�s right there, yours for the
taking. I could make it so no one would stop you while you fed, while you drank
and eased this feeling.�
�� Ow,� Liz squeaked. �I said �ow !�
�� Tamara
let her go quickly and apologised. �Sorry�I guess I don�t know my own
strength,� she said with weak smile.
�� It�s
ok. I�m glad you were here still.� She paused a moment and eyed the woman,
looking at the paper gown. �Why are you here?�
�� I
hit my head. I was unconscious for a bit.�
�� Goodness!
What happened?� Liz asked, inspecting where Tamara motioned at her neck.
�� The
woman shrugged her shoulders. �I don�t know.�
�� Odd,�
the Professor said, coming closer. He had been eavesdropping on the
conversation since he heard Liz say �ow.� He reached
a wrinkled hand toward her and lifted her hair, looking where it was wet and
cold, spreading it to her scalp. �I don�t see anything.�
�� Abe
didn�t either,� Tamara said turning around. �But it�s feeling better now.�
�� And
what happened here?� the Professor asked, looking at the mummified arm.
�� Tamara
held the arm close to her chest and looked away. �I�d rather not talk about
that, please.�
�� The
Professor lifted his head, stroking the tuft of white hair on his chin as the
looked thoughtfully on the woman. Dr. Knight was not subversive nor was Abe the
nosey, but here she stood, looking away from him while Abe, who had long since
abandoned sneaking furtive glances toward them and now outright stared. When
the Professor glanced his way he looked down, but Abe could sense he had been
caught. Thankfully, that was the moment Hellboy decided to wake. He twisted
with a snarl, drawing all attention to his clenched white teeth and wildly
thumping tail.
�� Red,
you need to stay perfectly still, your stitches aren�t done yet and you could�,�
Hellboy ignored Abe and lifted his head off the table. He realised too late he
should have listened to his best friend. That he always should have listened to his best friend. ��Rip them out.�
Abe finished lamely.
�� The
damage was done, Abe�s hard work, undone in one motion. All the neat wire
stitches had warped and in some places torn. Hellboy was bleeding again and no
one was more keenly aware of that than Tamara.
�� She
turned her back to it, but the smell called to her. It was so intense, so
powerful, the oversized glass of cotton balls she held crushed in her hand. A
large triangle of glass cut into her but she held onto it still, squeezing so
that blood would pool in her palm. No one saw her as she bent her head to it
and took a taste, except Nek�kem.
�� Clever bitch. I�ll teach you not to disobey me��
�� Her
hand cinched on its own, driving the shard deep into her hand with a scream.
Abe started to leave Hellboy but the Professor stepped in his path.
�� Care
for him. I will take care of Dr. Knight.� Abe didn�t move at first but the old
man slung out his cane and pointed to his son. �His wounds require more
attention, Abraham. He needs your sure and steady hands. Take care of him.�
�� After
a moment, Abe turned away, clanging trays and instruments angrily as he
prepared to suture Hellboy�s wounds again. As Tamara
was escorted next door, the Professor watched Abe sulk a moment. Liz could not
ignore the huge frown that twisted his face.
�� What�s
wrong, Professor?�
�� Hopefully
nothing,� he said, crisply turning on his heel.
�
�� Tamara
heard the door open but didn�t move from where the agents laid her down. She
knew who was coming by the sound, one hollow click of his cane and two shuffled
footsteps afterward. He strode across the hall and took a seat in the chair at
her side, handing his walking stick on its back.� She closed her eyes as his shaking hands
touched her, holding her hand open as he flushed the wound with a bitter scented
saline-iodine solution. When he pricked her with a needle, she finally rolled
her head to look at him. His eyes wrinkled at the corners and underneath,
looked at her from over the brass rims of his spectacles.
�� What
happened in there, Dr. Knight?� Tamara turned away again and Broom cleared his
throat, more out of frustration rather than anger. �It would be in your best
interest to tell me what is going on.�
�� I
know.�
�� Then
start from the beginning,� he said, starting to stitch her hand.
�� Tamara
shook her head. She could not start from the beginning. That would be for Abe
to tell, whenever they had that serious talk he planned to have with the
Professor, but she did share with him the new craving aside from sex. �It
wanted you to drink blood?� he said raising a snowy brow.
�� Tamara
nodded, �And when I didn�t, when I refused, it got angry.�
�� Do
you still have this thirst?� Tamara shook her head and Broom let out an audible
sigh of relief. It was bad enough she was running around groping everything that
walked by. �Do you know what triggered this?� She turned her head away again
and Broom frowned, �Did it involve Abraham?�
�� Tamara
still looked away as a tear rolled down her cheek. She couldn�t bring herself
to say what happened before but Broom had heard enough anyway. He wrapped her
hand and flung his gloves in the trash bin.
�� Let
me take the opportunity to be perfectly frank with you, Dr. Knight,� he began
quietly, resting his hands by her head. �The entity inside you is unlike we
have ever seen before. All we know is that it is very strong and hell bent on
getting what it wants, when it wants. In short, your resolve must be stronger
than the desires it wells in you or else it will destroy you but not before it
destroys others.� He turned her face with a finger tucked under her chin. �I am
prepared to take every precaution to see to it that that does not happen. Every precaution.�
�� Tamara
held his gaze as she slowly sat up. There was danger in the old man�s voice. He
wasn�t merely stating the facts for her edification, this was a threat. If she
endangered anyone in his makeshift family, he would make her life, what little
of it still belonged to her, a living hell.
�� His
aged blue eyes bore into her with coldness. �Have I made myself clear?�
�� Abundantly.�
�� Good.
Then let this be the last time we discuss this,� he clipped, standing and
taking up his cane. Broom moved to the door and then paused in the archway,
glancing at her over his shoulder. He hated to be so stern, but she had to
understand the incredible responsibility she had been saddled with and it
seemed as if she now did. She was still and silent, hugging her body with her
wrapped hands, rocking back and forth.
�� The
Professor left her alone with her thoughts as he closed the door.

A/N:
pinkhare, kayla
and Keshley,
as always thank you for taking the time to comment. I really means
a lot, nice to hear somebody�s liking this. And kayla,
thank you so much for spotting that error! I swear if my head wasn�t attached
I�d lose that too. �
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