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�� SefuOnure stepped out of the terminal of Newark
International and looked left and then right, searching the sea of slow moving
cars for a face he recognised. He did not have to look long before a voice
called to him, speaking his native ancient Egyptian dialect.
�� Over
here!�
�� Djer hung out the side of a champagne-coloured SUV, waving
his slender arm widely.
�� Niuserre let out an audible groan, �You should not have
brought him along, SefuOnure.�
�� And
why is that Niuserre?�
�� Look
at him! The boy obviously has no idea what �secret mission� means.�
�� SefuOnure had long since raised his hand to acknowledge Djer, but the boy didn�t stop waving. He hung out of the
cab of the vehicle still, face split with a smile, proud of the car he got and
how quickly he managed to get it.
�� The
sight of his merry celebration nauseated his elder Brother, �We see you, Djer! I believe the entire nation sees you,� Niuserre yelled.
�� Keep
your voice down,� Sefu shushed. �These people already
think we are terrorists. No need for you to yell in a foreign language and draw
attention. �
�� Niuserre looked at the people that surrounded them,
stealing glances at the towering group of men. Their skin was olive tone, their
hair, for those who had some, black as a raven�s wing. They dressed in wraps of
linen and leather.
�� Ra�neb said the only reason they were not chosen for
�random� screening was the fact they had no beards and very little in the way
of hair overall. �I tell them I am a Krishna,�
he joked.
�� We
should tell them we are Ahemait and as long as they
are not marked by the Baw, they have nothing to fear of us.� Niuserre replied.
�� That
would go over well,� Ra�neb chuckled. �Especially
when we tell them that the Baw are a foul race of
unspeakable evil living amongst them in stolen skin.�
�� They
reached the car and Niuserre came around to the
driver�s side; he looked at Djer as the others hefted
their bags inside the cab. �Move over, half-hair. I�m driving.�
�� Why you? I am nineteen, I can drive. Take the other car.�
�� Niuserre didn�t say a word. He simply reached in his pocket
and brought out his blade, embedding it in the lining of the door, right beside
Djer�s head. He and the other Brothers laughed
heartily at seeing the boy tremble, his eyes wide as he stared at the quivering
golden dagger.
�� He
looks like he is going to make water on himself,� Ra�neb
chuckled.
�� Which
is why I get to drive,� Niuserre smirked, pushing the
kid inside. He took his knife from the car and sat behind the wheel.
�� Sefu, who had been watching from the back seat, shook his
head. �Niuserre you must stop being such a bully to
your little Brother here.�
�� And
why is that, SefuOnure?�
�� Because,
he knows where we are going,� he replied smoothly. �Unless
you know how to work that thing in the dashboard.�
�� Niuserre stared at the GPS device and touched it once. It
blinked, seemingly a normal response, and he touched it again garnering a
shrill sound that could only be interpreted as an error. He tried again and the
machine beeped louder and longer. Djer smacked his
hand away and pushed a few buttons, quieting the
device and making it display a map. In the back seat, Sefu
chuckled, putting on his black shades. �In this day and age, Niuserre, brains are just as necessary as brawn. Possibly more so.�
�� More
so,� Djer nodded contentedly.
�� Niuserre reclined in the seat. �Quiet, you,� he hissed,
pulling away from the park.
�
�� Cassia,
seated to her dinner, paused mid-sip, lowering the goblet of juice and herbs.
She felt someone approach the door long before she heard its chime. She excused
herself quietly and moved in to the hall, approaching the front of the New York brownstone. She
pushed back the heavy carved mahogany door and froze at the sight of the boy on
the steps. His face was young and attractive, but his soul, his essence was far
older than he appeared to be.
�� Cassia
immediately switched on her gaurd. �What do you
want?� she snapped.�
�� I�ve
come for Naomi,� Djer said, looking up to think. �We
have a, a uh�date? Am I clear?�
�� English
wasn�t his first language, the purr of his throaty accent said as much and
although Cassia understood him just fine she shook her head �no.� Naomi was a
good friend but she was also put on punishment by the Sisters. She couldn�t go
anywhere, especially with the likes of him. �Naomi is not here. Call her
later,� she said closing the door.
�� The
man slapped his hand on the door and Cassia discovered the strength hiding in
his wiry frame as he forced it back. �Yes, she is,� he said, his foot just
touching the threshold. His dark eyes flashed as he lowered his head to hers.
�Get her. Now. Please.�
�� Cassia
narrowed her lavender eyes in response, their black centres becoming the size
of a pinprick as her irises shone. The air around her turned cold as she
gathered the energy from it, focusing on the man in the doorway, readying to
rend him like tissue paper with her mind.
�� Djer felt the
instantaneous drop in temperature but he was unafraid. The woman could not harm
him, not while his Brothers watched on. He smirked feeling them move behind him,
nearing the steps of the mansion home, shaking the psychic�s resolve.
�� Her
glowing skin started to wane in intensity and all but vanished when Naomi came
streaking down the steps. She kissed Cassia on the cheek as she shrugged into
her faux leopard print coat. �I�m going out. Don�t wait up for me.�
�� Cassia
grabbed her, wringing her fist in a fuzzy lapel. �Don�t go, Naomi. He is not
who he seems.�
�� Chill,
Cass. I totally know,� Naomi smiled. �He also doesn�t pay like you�d think,�
she winked, wiggling a huge ruby ring so oversized it looked like costume
jewellery. �I�ll be back before midnight. Don�t tell Alyra
or Electa, like, I�m already in enough trouble. Plus,
it will like, totally, make Electa cry.�
�� Cry?!�
Cassia reached for the girl, to have her explain but Naomi ghosted out her
hands.
�� Cassia
could only stand in the doorway and watch as the man stepped away, waving the
wild-looking woman through like she was a lady and he a gentleman. He waited
until she passed him before following her, trotting down the stone steps to the
running SUV on the curb. The other men seemed just as eager to be gentlemanly
for her friend, opening the door for her, standing outside with arms clasped
behind their broad backs as the man from the door helped her to sit in the
back. Cassia left the door open as she ran to the parlour, cinching her peasant
skirt in the front and pumping her thin legs for all she was worth. She slid on
the oriental runner of the Sister�s office and approached Alyra
who simply raised her hand to silence her.
�� I
already know,� she said sombrely. Alyra could feel what happened and the panicked
expression on her young student�s face only confirmed it.
�� And
what will you do?� Cassia said, stepping closer, her hands motioning to the
outside. �She is going with them right now.�
�� There
is nothing we can do,� Alyra sighed. �Naomi is greedy
and slow to learn. This was her last chance, Cassia, and she has made her
choice.�
�� She
is confused, I am sure you can reason with her,� Cassia pleaded, wringing her
hands as if in prayer. �I could help, I know I can
reach her. Just come with me, they haven�t pulled away yet-�
�� Alyra slowly shook her head, �It is difficult to admit that
I have failed, but it is true. Naomi will not listen to reason and has not been
for quite some time.�
�� She
is not of us anymore,� said Electa, the older of the
famed sisters. She sat at a long oak table flipping the tarot as she spoke,
�Her gifts are becoming darker, tainted.
She has oriented herself with the wrong side�� Electa
paused, flipping over the final card with a heavy sigh. ��and now she will pay
the ultimate price. Excuse me.�
�� Electa stood quickly, bowing her head to hide the tears in
her eyes. Alyra left her own chair, striding swiftly
round her desk to look at the final card her grey-haired sister drew. She held
it up for Cassia to see, just in case the muffled sounds of Electa�s sobbing wasn�t telling enough.
�� The
death card,� Cassia gasped, falling to her knees. �It can�t be��
�� Perhaps
it won�t be. No vision is ever certain.� Alyra said
hurrying back to her desk. Cassia watched as she pulled out the top drawer on
her left and pulled out a tan organiser. She took up the receiver of her neat
wooden French style phone and dialled a number with shaking hands.
�� The
clicking of the rotary phone seemed thunderous, beating against Cassia�s ears
like drums, the only sound louder than the thudding of her heart. After what
seemed like an eternity the room was heavy with dangerous silence again and she
looked up, watching as Alyra took a deep breath to
halt her sniffling long enough to speak, �� Professor
Trevor Bruttenholm, please. Tell him it is his
�Sister� and it is urgent.�
�
�� Naomi
looked out the windows, watching as the skyscrapers flew by. The
intense-looking bald guy that drove the Cadillac was seemingly racing against
the wind. She could spy his handsome features, crumpled into a menacing scowl,
as he lifted his head to glance in the rear view mirror. Checking for the cops she chuckled to herself, feeling the SUV
jostle left and right. He weaved in and out of traffic like they were already
being chased.
�� Naomi looked over her shoulder, out the back
window, just to make sure there wasn�t a string of lighted state troopers in
their wake but she only met eyes with yet another intense-looking bald
guy.� He set her hairs to stand on end
more than the first as his body was thick like a bodybuilder and his
less-handsome face, more surly-looking. He folded his massive arms, popping and
rippling his biceps against the short sleeves of his shirt as he stared at her.
She noticed his thick fingers, winding to cinch into fists, popping as the
joints tightened hotly.�
�� She
turned back around with a whistle, popping her gum, loudly. �Your brothers totally
look like a real fun bunch, Sam,� she said elbowing Djer.
�� He
glanced where she had been looking, at Ra�neb and
chuckled. �Actually he is one of the nicer ones. A real�teddy bear,� he said
with question, hoping he had chosen the right term.
�� Her
laugh said he had. She popped her gum again and shook her head, shaking her
long straight black hair. �I can hardly believe it. Like, it looks like he eats
bricks and babies for dinner.�
�� Only bricks. Babies make too much noise,� he smiled.
�� Naomi�s
laugh made Sefu raise his head, the black hieroglyphs
etched on the left side of his head moving as he raised his brows. He glanced
into the rearview mirror and watched the girl scoot
closer to Djer, linking her arm with his as they
chatted.
�� In
another world the two could have been an item, the talkative and brash female
seemed to compliment his shy and reticent boy, but in this world, they could
not be.
�� Djer, keep your focus.�
�� Naomi
lifted her head as the older-looking male in the passenger seat said something
in his language to Sam. The smooth rolling baritone commanded her attention and
she listened as intently as Sam did even if she could not understand a word
being said. However saddening�Naomi
saw Sam�s eyes lower, he replied something back sheepishly to the man and then
got very quiet. She nudged him again with a playful smile, but he didn�t glance
her way.
�� Naomi
lowered her head to his. �What did he just say?�
�� He
says I need to stay focused and ask you where to go next. We are near the
exit.�
�� Oh,
tell Speedy Gonzales up there to make a left at Powell Trucking and then a
right on Weston.�
�� Djer chuckled and Niuserre
glanced in the rear view mirror. �What did she say about me?�
�� Nothing.�
�� Liar. I saw her eyes when she spoke. She was talking about
me.�
�� Do
not worry, Brother. It was nothing important,� Djer
sighed, wearily. �But you would know that if you learned English like Sefu told you to.�
�� I
was learning to fight while you had your nose buried in a book, Djer,� Niuserre said, revving the
engine as he did. �Now, tell me what the harlot said.�
�� Do
not call her that,� Djer said,
his face hardening. �She only wishes you would drive more careful. I am sure we
all feel that way,� he said looking to Sefu who
gripped the handle above his door and braced himself against the dash. Behind him, Ra�neb, stretched out his
massive arms to grip the seats.
�� Niuserre took his foot off the pedal and gave a smile of
false ease. �Relax, half-hair. It is not like she can
understand me,� he said glancing in the mirror again. �Even if she could, I
would not imagine she would mind too much. SefuOnure
is right, this is a job, nothing more. All she sees is money when she looks at
you. If I had sent that reply to her, she would stare at me the same way.
Remember that, Djer.�
�� Djer snuck a glance at Naomi. She twirled her hair round a
slender finger as she noisily chewed her gum, moving her garishly red lips
round in circle.� She seemed preoccupied
in thought but stopped both to smile at him.
�� Djer returned his head to his lap, his heart heavy. �Just
shut up and drive, Niuserre.�
�� Niuserre turned his head forward and gripped the wheel. Sefu watched him, saw the muscles in his jaw work as he
ground his teeth. He understood what Niuserre was
trying to do for Djer, which is why he was unusually
silent during their tiff, but it was truly in vain. Djer,
for some inexplicable reason, was already attached to the girl. By the
journey�s end, he would feel the pain of her loss regardless and Sefu knew, from personal experience, it would most likely
be the first of many.

�� Niuserre, thanks to Naomi�s quick directions and his heavy
foot, arrived at their destination in record time. He pulled between the
darkened buildings, travelling down the narrow and rotted cobblestone alleyway
to the burnt out church. As if she needed to, Naomi poked her head into the
front seat and pointed at the dilapidated gothic structure saying, �There!
That�s the place.�
�� Niuserre pulled the car over the uneven path and stopped. Sefu was the first out, he opened
the door for Naomi and held the woman�s petite hand as she hopped down from the
seat onto the white gravel with a crunch. A second SUV pulled up behind them
and more Brothers crowded around the rusted black gates of the property.
�� Miss
Naomi, please show us exactly where it happened, where it began,� Sefu said taking the girl�s hand.
�� She
inwardly melted at the sound of his voice and eagerly set off to please him,
pushing past the yellow �crime-scene� tape the B.P.R.D. left behind and leading
him into the belly of the church, two stories below to the basement.
�� In
the dark and din, the heart of the stone labyrinth with archways draped in
cobwebs, Leon�s
altar still stood. The flattened table adorned with the ancient incantations
looked untouched, still awaiting a ceremony that would never happen. The pews Larrioux�s followers sat in were still strewn across the
room, resting where they were thrown.
�� This
is it,� she said standing in the open space, walking in a circle. �Leon picked me
up from my house and brought me here. I�m like, totally, glad he paid upfront.�
�� Sefu nodded appreciatively and strode around the room
himself, looking at the foot prints in the dust, scratches and marks along the
crumbling fixtures.� �And where were you
accosted by the agents?�
�� That
was upstairs, outside, on the green,� she replied.
�� Sefu snapped his fingers and trio of men went, loping up
the steps to survey the area she mentioned. Djer was
not among them, he stood an arms length away from Naomi, watching her remember.
�� Everything
is just like you wrote in your blog. Described perfectly,� Djer
said with a nod. �You should write professionally.�
�� Really? You think so?� She smiled. �Like, I never had
anyone say that before. I mean, I�ve totally written a few things online, but
like, nothing serious though.�
�� Well
you should,� Djer said bashfully, kicking at the
stones at his feet. He tried not to think of her as anything but a guide like Niuserre and Sefu said, but it
was hard. He had only to look into her eyes, the colour of the bluest sapphire,
and he was lost. �You are gifted, Naomi. Perhaps when this is all done, you can
send me a few of your stories.�
�� I
could totally show you the ones I have back at my house,� she said moving
closer, fiddling nervously with her fingers.
��
�� Naomi
did not see Niuserre move behind her but she felt his
blade cut across her neck. He cut so deep and quick,
her vocal cords were severed before she could make a sound. Djer
watched on with wide eyed shock as her head bent back completely, the base of
her skull touching her shoulder blades, the wound spitting a fountain of blood
in the air. She fell to her knees with a thud, kicking up dust around her and
then lay back, still as stone.
�� Place
her on the altar,� Sefu ordered, �And move those cars
from sight out front. Everyone gets a copy of her journal and canvasses the
area. I want no stone unturned.�
�� Sefu snapped his fingers and all the Brothers of the Ahemait went swiftly, but one. Djer
was frozen stiff, a paling shell, his eyes wide and
fixed on Naomi�s body.
�� Sefu came to stand beside him and Djer
blinked, sending a single tear to roll down his cheek. �Why?� he said, so
softly. �He did not have to do that. She was an innocent.�
�� Sefu forcibly turned the boy away with an arm around his
shoulder. �She was not innocent. I read her entries as you did. What happened
here was truly unfortunate but completely necessary, Djer.
We could not afford to have her know what she did about us nor could we trust
her to keep silent. I am sure she made a promise to this Leon character to keep his
confidence and yet you two had a discussion at length about him through several
messages and phone conversations. Also, this will help us get closer to our
true target.�
�� Sefu glanced at the boy and frowned. Djer
was only half listening, still remembering the girl as he wanted to, still mourning her loss. It angered the patriarch that such
an insignificant thing could sidetrack him so�and it worried him as well.
�� Sefu slapped the boy�s cheek lightly, snapping him out of
his stupor, commanding he meet his eyes. �Djer, let this be the last time I tell you. You do not feel for
anything in battle. You rely on your faith in your teaching and your sword. Nothing else. Do you understand?� Djer
nodded and Sefu hugged him closer, whispering so that
only he would hear, �Will you disappoint me?�
�� No,
SefuOnure.�
�� Good.
Then go help the others make ready.�
�� Sefu pushed the boy away and Djer
slowly moved to the group that helped hoist Naomi from the floor. Niuserre watched on, shaking his head as usual at the boy.
�He looks painfully out of place, SefuOnure.�
�� I
know this, Niuserre,� Sefu
hissed. �How many times will you repeat it?�
�� Until
you realise I am telling the truth and send him home! He is not ready for this
and neither are you. Not with him here.�
�� Sefu turned wildly, his blade clenched in his trembling
fist. �Do as I have ordered you, Niuserre, before I
return you home in a canopic jar,� he growled, pointing the golden saber at him.
�� Niuserre buttoned his mouth and bowed before striding away.
He forgave Sefu for his threatening outburst because
he knew the man was finally starting to see his point and now agreed with him.
��
��
�� In
the Professor�s office, on the meeting table�s edge, Abe sat slipping his
bottoms over his long blue legs. He did not know Tamara was awake until she
moved to sit up. She watched the muscles of his back flex as he bent, the
delicate lamellae that gathered like a ruffled collar around his neck seemed to
glow in the yellow lights of the office. They stilled, saying he held his
breath, when her hand fell on him. They were so dry and stiff she should have
let him go and take a dip, re-hydrate and replenish them, but she could not
help herself. Abe turned feeling her grab him by the shoulder and fell to lay
on top of her as she pulled him back down, wrapping her arms around him with a
smile.
�� Where
are you off to so quick?� she said. �I never pegged you for the �love �em and leave �em� type.�
�� Abe
laughed nervously, �I uh, thought you were done with me, Dr. Knight.� Tamara
tilted her head, not understanding and Abe took a deep breath. �You�ve satiated
the creature, so I figured��
�� Tamara
rolled her eyes, laughing without humour. �For a highly developed and
intelligent creature like yourself, you are being really stupid. Really stupid.�
Abe looked away and Tamara turned his face back, cupping his cheeks. �With or
without my clothes, I like being around you. Or haven�t you noticed that yet?�
�� He
lifted his eyes and touched her brow, feathering his fingers around her temple.
�I thought he told you to,� he said,
speaking of the voice in her head.
�� Tamara
moved away from his hand. �Nek�kem has made me bolder
than I ever would have been, but I like to think we would have gotten to this
point. I have a thing for the smart and gangly,� she smiled, pressing a kiss on
his lips.
�� Abe
kissed her back, taking her into his arms as he lay in the cradle of her legs,
pressing her down onto the table. His tongue sent a hot flash through her, its
unique taste making her hungry for more, but he pulled away suddenly.
�� Gangly?�
he echoed with amusement.
�� Gangly,�
she nodded.
�� Perhaps
I should eat more, like Red? Massive plates and bowls overflowing with greens
and meats?�
�� If
you like,� she chuckled. �So long as it is not a bowl of rotten eggs, they do
tend to make your mouth unpalatable.�
�� Well,
we certainly do not want that,� he said stretching over her.
�� Abe
kissed her again and Tamara�s head swam. This was what was missing from before,
the unspoken connection she usually felt when the man touched her. She ached
mostly for that sensation, the feeling of absolute acceptance and sense of
belonging. Nek�kem found a way to siphon the emotion
from their love making which is why she was so reluctant to lay with the man,
but neither she nor Abe could resist the natural pull that brought them
together.
�� Abe
moved between her thighs and his hand slid down to the meeting of their bodies.
He undid the clasp of his belt, moving his shorts to his hips and then pressed
his fingers against her slit, slowly stroking her. Tamara opened her legs
wider, planting her feet on the table as she thrust her hips toward him. As
quick as it was, his teasing had become unbearable. She writhed under him,
shuddering as he slid his fingers inside, curling them to stretch her walls.
�� Please.�
Tamara�s hands smoothed over her breasts, twisting her nipples as he continued
to draw powerful and indescribable pleasure from her centre. �Don�t tease me.�
�� Abe
withdrew his fingers slowly and backed off the table, putting his feet on the
ground. He took Tamara by the hips and sliding her across the polished surface
to press her hips flush against his. She could feel him move the head of his
dick to press at her entrance, slowly pushing past her pout lips to sink inside
her little by little. Her body received him smoothly, widening to accommodate
him, sucking him deeper with an urgency that suddenly consumed him.
�� Abe
pulled out with a breath and then thrust forward, moving so hard against her
the entire table shook. The lanterns of the office, with their delicate green
shades vibrated in place besides sliding stacks of books as he pumped inside
her again and again. Abe quickened his pace and Tamara could feel her body
begin to rise, elevated on that sensation that only comes before an intense and
freeing orgasm. She thrust harder against him, the counter motion of her hips
making them connect hotly at each pass. She was cresting,
they both were, moving like the wave they rode with undulating hips. Then Abe
stopped cold. Tamara could have screamed from that alone but the man covered
her mouth, pressing her down with his webbed hands.
�� Hellboy,�
he whispered, slowly moving away from her mouth. �He is looking for me. He
wants to talk,� he grit with aggravation.
�� The
two broke a part in a snap, Abe sliding right out from between her legs and
hopping around the room like the floor was made of lava. Tamara followed after
him, haplessly trying to recall what was where, while laughing at how it got
there. Her bra, hanging off the waxy leaves of the rubber plant in the corner,
shirt crumpled under the desk, panties nowhere to be found.
�� I
don�t know what I was thinking,� she said, shaking her head. Stepping on a
table, she pulled her pants from the spiral staircase and hurriedly shimmied into
them. �I�m dressing at a hundred miles per hour, can�t find my panties and the
worst of it is, it wasn�t even Nek�kem�s fault I
thought this was a good idea.�
�� Perhaps
the solution is to wear less clothing,� Abe chuckled.
�� That�s
big talk from the man in the unitard.�
�� Big
talk from the already dressed man in
the unitard,� he corrected with a raised finger.
�� Just
shut up.�
�� The
door opened just as Tamara finished stuffing her head through her top. She sat
down to the table, flipping open the first book she could lay her hands on and
picked up a pen. The doctor pretended to make important notes while the merman
disappeared into the small collection of bookcases behind her, picking out book
after random book.
�� Hellboy
watched them with lack of interest. �Always business with you two,� he groaned,
striding into the office. He walked over to the table and Tamara and moved a
chair to sit. She gasped with a spike of panic. There, under the heavy seat,
right beside Hellboy�s cloven hoof, were her absent
panties. Crumpled into a white heap, they looked like a ball of paper, but on
closer inspection one would notice the difference. And they were near to being
closely inspected.
�� Tamara
cleared her throat and sat up, giving a nervous smile. �Well, you know what
they say, idle hands make for the devil�s�� Tamara
paused, her eyebrows rising. Hellboy spread his legs to lean forward, to
listen, and his foot nearly touched her lacy unmentionables. ��work.� She
gulped. �You probably want to talk to Abe,� she said quickly turning in her
chair to shout, �Abe?! Hellboy is here!�
�� Abe
strode with his usual grace from behind the bookcases and with his free hand
greeted his friend in the usual fashion, waving with elegant poise, his fingers
whipping in a circle. The motion always reminded Hellboy of a haughty maitre'd, signalling for a nervous busboy to usher a couple
to a fancy and chic spread. Abe
always carried himself with such reserved and dignified composure even with
doing such mundane tasks as setting down a stack of books, which was precisely
why he needed to talk to him now�but perhaps he caught him on an off day.
�� Abe
balked just a foot shy of him, stumbling in place as if in the grips of
crippling fear. His already large black eyes seemed to double in size as his
mouth fell silently open, his head tilting as he stared into space.
�� Hellboy
stood slowly. �Abe, you ok there buddy?�
�� The
rumbling baritone snapped him back to present. Abe straightened himself,
blinking furiously and nodded quickly, �Y-yes, of course, Red. I just had a
terrible thought but it is gone now.�
�� Tamara
crawled under the table toward Hellboy�s chair and
plucked the bundle from beside his foot. She slinked backwards, still on her
hands and feet, crouched under the desk, toward her chair when she bumped
another. Hellboy started to turn at the sound and Abe flung his arm around the
towering agent, turning him back, leading him away from the woman conspicuously
crouched under the table, rubbing her bruised knee.
�� What�s
up, Buddy? What�s troubling you?� Abe said pulling him toward his tank, far
away from the table.
�� Hellboy
followed the long arm around him with his eyes to Abe�s face. �Buddy?� he
asked, raising a thick eyebrow.
�� Abe
pretended to look hurt. �You are my friend are you not?�
�� Of
course�but I never heard you use the word �Buddy� before and not be making fun
me.�
�� That
should change, don�t you think, Buddy?� Abe said hugging him tighter.
�� Yeah. Sure. Buddy,�
Hellboy grit lifting the man�s arm from his shoulder. Abe was his closest friend,
his brother even, but he did not want anyone touching him...well, with the
exception of one person, which brought him to the reason why he was here.
�� I
need to talk to you, in private, Blue. �spare a
minute?�
�� Abe
sobered up immediately. With his words, Hellboy�s
anguish slid into him like a knife, twisting his insides. He focused on the
sensation and lifted his face to the demon. �It�s about Liz, isn�t it?� Hellboy
nodded and Abe waved his hand through, ushering him to his private room behind
the tank.
�� Abe
closed the door tightly behind him before asking what he had done now. He could
have just as easily lifted it from the demon�s thoughts but he found in matters
like these, especially between Hellboy and Liz, it soothed the speaker some to
talk and know someone was listening.
�� Hellboy
took a seat on the cot, pinching it with his weight. �I, uh, kinda might have told her how I felt,� he said, shrugging
his heavy shoulders with a wince.
�� Kinda� how�?� Abe said, clasping
his hands behind his back.�
�� Abe
looked and sounded like an irritated school teacher, scolding some insolent
child in his class. He stood over the male, looking down on his lowered head,
silky black hair tied in a traditional Japanese chonmage.
�� I
kissed her, alright?� Hellboy blurted.
�� Oh,�
Abe swallowed.
�� I
couldn�t help myself,� Hellboy groaned. �We were watching a movie like we
usually do and the moment seemed so right. She was falling asleep in my lap and
before I knew what I was doing, I just leaned over and gave her a peck on the
cheek�now she won�t even look at me.�
�� Oh.�
�� Abe�s
dead-pan response was getting on Hellboy�s nerves. He
stood, thrashing his tan leather duster and strode over to the man. �Look, I
know you don�t understand, since you�re always�well, you,� he said giving the man a critical once over. ��But I�d really
appreciate it if you said something other than, �Oh.��
�� I
understand more than you think, Red,� Abe moved to the lone window of the room
and looked out through the blue veneer of the tank. He watched Tamara as she
struggled to dress, pulling off her pants again to replace her panties.
�� Well
tell me, Chuckles, what should I do?
I mean, everything is fine and dandy so long as we�re working, she says we�re
ok, but I know better.�
�� Red,
I sympathise with you, but I am afraid I can offer you only one bit of advice.�
�� Hellboy
stretched out his arms, making the already small space look infinitesimally
smaller. �Lay it on me, Blue.�
�� Tell
her expressly how you feel,� Abe said glancing back to Tamara with a smile.
�You may be pleasantly surprised by her response.�
�� Hellboy
blinked. �Are you outta� your enhanced mind? Like I
didn�t do enough damage with the kiss,� he griped. �Its obvious she doesn�t
like me, Blue. Now I just want things to go back to the way they were.�
�� Do
you really?� Abe said, stepping forward. �Or would you rather have the solace
of knowing you told her exactly how you feel and opening the door to other
possibilities.�
�� Like
getting incinerated on the spot? Being embarrassed by the other agents when she
runs away screaming? You know Clay would never let me live it down.�
�� Abe
shook his head, �You worry too much about what others think about you,� he said.
�Do not pass up an opportunity for what could be the ultimate happiness of your
life because of what Clay may or may not do.�
�� Don�t
lecture me, pal. I just want to fix this so things go back to the way they
were.�
�� Well then I am sorry because as it stands now
time travel is a physical impossibility. You can only deal with the present.�
�� Some
help you are,� Hellboy grumbled, thundering toward the door. He nearly tore
thing off its hinges as he forced it open.
�� Tamara
looked up from her notes as Hellboy moved through the study like a bull
elephant, shaking the little shaded lamps on the tables and the fragile
souvenirs from the Professor�s travels. He slammed the massive double doors
shut on his way out and Abe slowly left his room.
�� What
the hell just happened?� she asked.
�� Liz,�
Abe said striding to the pile of displaced books. �More precisely, Hellboy�s inability to discuss what the
rest of us plainly see with her.�
�� Abe
started to return the books to their place on the shelves and Tamara moved to
help. �Well, how does she feel about him?� she asked, taking a few off the top.
�� I
cannot betray her inner thoughts on the matter as she has not voiced them aloud
to anyone.��
�� So,
she feels the same about him,� she said quietly. A big smile bloomed on her
face. �How wonderful.�
�� I
did not say that,� Abe said, paled with fear. He did not want it getting back
to Liz or anyone that he was not clandestine with their errant thoughts. Enough
people shied away from him as it was. �I said I cannot betray her inner��
�� Abe,
spare me, hun. I know what you said but I also know
if it were lost cause, you�d let Hellboy down easy instead of trying to get him
to tell her how he feels. Great advice by the way,� she said kissing him on the
cheek.
�� Abe
was stunned. �You heard that?� he blinked.
�� Only
some,� she nodded.
�� We
were behind three feet of concrete and a layer triple thick bullet proof
glass.�
�� One
of the newer perks of being infected with this thing,� she said tapping the
side of her head. �My hearing is sharper, my sight, sense of touch,� she said
looking at him, licking her lips. �But, back to the discussion at hand,� Tamara
turned quickly, catching her mind and eyes wandering. �What I did not hear though, is the reason why you
haven�t tried to have the same discussion with Liz that you had with Hellboy.�
�� Abe
returned to his task, too, willing away the tightening pull between his legs.
�As tedious, drawn out and emotional as the process promises to be, they must
discover this truth from themselves. In the end, they will be stronger for it
as will their relationship,� he said shelving his final book. �And besides,� he
paused, sliding behind Tamara, taking her by the waist.� �I do not want to deprive Hellboy or Liz of
the feeling one gets when they find their affections are truly reciprocated.�
�� Abe
rested his head against hers, brushing his lips against the line of her neck.
It sent a pleasurable shiver through her to feel his hands smooth her sides as
he turned her. Tamara forgot the centuries old book in her hand and held his
face, pulling him closer to kiss.
�� You�re
a good man, Abe Sapien,� she smiled, pressing her
lips against his.
�� He
swept her up in his arms tighter, holding her against him as he pressed her
against the shelf. His hands slid under the thick chorded top she wore, moving
forward with single-mindedness of a wave on a shore to take her breasts. Tamara
clutched at the antiquated shelves, bumbling over the spines of their only
audience as she felt him twist her nipples, making them impossibly hard.
�� Abe
lifted her with speed against the books, sending a few tumbling to the floor as
he did. He pinned her there, positioning a long thigh between her legs before
easing her down on it, garnering a gasp. Tamara held herself up by the posts as
she rocked her hips against him, shuddering as his hands returned to her breasts
again. He lifted the shirt as much as he could with his hands still attached and pressed his mouth against her belly. It tensed,
jumped with each intimate caress of his lips as he moved upward.
�� Abe
took the cups of her bra and peeled them away like there was something to be
eaten inside and he was hungry. Tamara sunk back against the bookcase feeling
his mouth close around her nipple and Abe nearly snarled into her flesh,
folding his arms around her. Tamara chuckled darkly at the sound. Apparently he
did not appreciate the distance she inadvertently put between them so she made
amends, rolling her hips harder against the muscled thigh between her legs. It
tickled her that for all his dignified reserve he was an animal, just like she
was, excited by the same things, forceful and wanton when inspired.
�� Abe
pressed harder against her and Tamara hugged him closer with one leg, moving
his hips nearer to her hand which now slipped between them. He was already hard, she felt the thickness of his cock bump over her
fingers as she cupped him. The thought of it, inside her, pressing so deep she
felt it in her stomach so consumed her mind she almost didn�t hear him
whispering in her ear.
�� What?�
She breathed, continuing to stroke him through his pants.
�� C-Clay.�
�� What
about it?� Tamara smiled, slowly drawing down his zipper.
�� is
at the dooooo�� Tamara slipped her hand inside and
Abe buried his head between her breasts to smother his moan. She took his shaft
in her hands and rolled her thumb around his head, pressing the digit into the
hole and circling round its swollen edges. Abe held her hips and shivered,
crying into her flesh again as she elicited another tingle of pleasure with her
slow moving finger.
�� At
the door,� he hissed, his eyes shutting tightly.�
�� Hun,
you�re talking nonsense who�s at�the door!� Tamara�s eyes shot open and she pushed at Abe, sending
his limp body to tumble through a bookcase. She skirted down the aisle to the
next one over just as Clay stepped onto the raised platform. He looked at Abe
who blinkingly struggled to his feet. The merman still had presence of mind to
turn before zipping up the front of his pants, but was aware of very little
else, until the Agent cleared his throat.
�� What
the hell happened here?� Clay said, putting his hands on his hips.
�� I
lost my footing?� Abe said, not at all certain himself, his thoughts still
jarred from his fall.
�� You�d
think you, of all people, would have seen that comin�,�
Clay snorted, impressed with his quick humorous quip. The gruff man looked
through the bookcase to the other side, hearing a soft noise that mirrored his
own. �Hey, Doctor Knight. I thought I heard your voice
in here when I came in.�
�� I
am sure you did,� she snickered, coming from behind the partition, looking cool
as ice and as collected as Abe usually was. She looked at the man now, her head
tilted. �Did you fall, Abe?� she said, trying to hide a smile.
�� It
seems that way,� he grit, rubbing his head. She silently mouthed �I�m sorry�
but Abe did not take it to be sincere as she was still chuckling when she did.
�� How
did you manage to not know?� Clay said turning to face the woman. �I heard the
crash from the back.�
�� She
hardened her face to look the part of a stoic professional and raised the book
in her arms. �I was just so preoccupied with my research I suppose.�
�� Good.
Maybe something in there can help us out now. Larrioux
followers are back.�
�� They
are a tenacious bunch aren�t they?� Abe tsked,
stepping over the mess.
�� Seems
like it. We just got an anonymous tip that they were back at the same old
church in Jersey.�
�� Are
you sure the tip is good?� Tamara asked.
�� Clay
nodded. �About an hour before that, the Professor got a call from one of the Daughters
of Sight. Seems like our favourite rocker-goth girl
is up her old tricks,� he replied.
�� But
there is more?� Abe said processing a few errant thoughts from the Agent, they
left him with a niggling sensation he could not loose.
�� Yeah,�
Clay said with a long breath. �She mentioned something about pulling the death
card. She thinks Naomi has gotten herself in too deep this time.�
�� Let�s
hope not,� Tamara said setting down the book. �When do we leave?�
�� I
think I am able to fulfil my duties this time, Dr. Knight,� Abe said, stepping
toward her. �Perhaps you can assist by staying here, double checking
information as we get it.�
�� Yeah
right, you have grunts to do that. I�m going with you guys.�
�� Abe
set his jaw, not at all comfortable with the idea of her traipsing around with
the likes of Larrioux�s followers, but Clay
interrupted before he could object.
�� Actually,
the Professor thinks she should come along, Abe. Alyra
said she had a vision and the doctor�s choice would save us all.�
�� Well
that sounds delightfully ominous,� Abe bristled.
�� Any
idea how would I do that?� Tamara asked.
�� Clay
shrugged. �I�m just the messenger, Doc. A messenger who likes
the idea of not having his ass blown off at the end of the day.�
�� I
guess that�s reason enough,� she said setting down her book. �Let�s go.�
�� Abe
followed behind them, not at all at peace with her decision but at peace with
the woman herself. She reached her hand out behind her for him to take and he
did, lacing his fingers with hers as they strode down the empty hallway,
listening to Clay�s debriefing on the way to the garbage truck.
�� Inside,
he snapped the supply system round his neck with a relieved sigh, the cooling
rush of water flit through his stiffening gills, making them soft and supple
again. It was amazing he forgot to do such an essential thing but Tamara was
quite the amazing distraction.
�� As he fiddled with his specialised oculars,
Abe attempted to think positively about her coming along. It would be nice to
have someone other than Hellboy to talk shop with while they rode to the
assignment. By virtue of her �normal� appearance, Tamara had the option ride
with windows down in the luxury of the Bureau issued Crown Vics,
but she already chose to ride with him instead. She could also be a buffer for
any awkward silence that may crop up if Hellboy was still upset with him. Abe
started to think it was a good thing she would be there until he heard Hellboy�s voice crackle over Clay�s handset.
�� The
agent pulled the device from its holster on his hip and told the demon to slow
down. Clay listened to the garbled noise and then let out a hissing curse.
Tamara, still strapping on her bullet proof vest, came to stand next to
Abe.�
�� What
happened?� she asked, speaking to no one in particular. Even with her newfound
hearing, she could not make out the conversation the two had.�
�� Abe
tilted his head. �Red is already on site�and there is nothing there.�
�� Yeah,
what he said,� Clay snapped bitterly, pacing.

A/N:
As always, thanks to pinkhare, kayla, and
Keshley
for rating and reviewing. I wish I had something to give you other than thanks but
alas this is only the internet. I�m rapidly catching up on all the old once
posted chapters so I should be getting to the new stuff very, and extremely
soon. I really wish the holiday vacation lasted forever so I could get this all
done in a snap but again, what can you do?
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