Opposites of a Different Kind

Sandpaper licks woke Hellboy from his listless dream, his eyes blinked open to see a pair of cat eyes staring at him and a little pink tongue licking its chops, “Meow.” the kitten spoke begging for breakfast.



He rolled over his arm searching for a warm body but found nothing but cold sheets. Looking over the spot were the beautiful angel had once laid, was vacant. Her clothes and sword were gone; no doubt left in the middle of the night. Seeing a piece of paper tacked to his door he stumbled from bed, untangling himself from the sheets he walked over naked to the door and pulled the paper from the door.



It read:



“Sorry I left big guy I wasn’t looking forward to the awkward morning after. First off I don’t regret anything from last night. But I’m not quite sure what I want from it as I’m sure you have no idea either. I won’t be here when you wake up I will be on my way home to pack up my apartment and see my family and friends. I will be gone for a little bit to take care of a few things. I will see you when I get back.



Anessa (Angel Cakes)



Ok at least she didn’t regret bumpin uglies with him that made him feel a little better. Folding up the paper he set it down on the nearest table. Just then the door opened and Myers walked in with a huge plate of pancakes.



“Morning, Red here are some…..holy man put on some pants!”



Hellboy ignored the appalled man and grabbed a fistful of the breakfast sweet breads, “MMM Pamcakes” he moaned shoving them down his throat.



Shielding his eyes from Hellboy’s exposed manhood with his arm Myers began feeding the many cats, “Jesus man pants! Have you ever heard of pants? I swear you have no modesty.”



“You’re just jealous yours isn’t as big as mine Boy Scout.”



“I might be jealous of how you use that hammer, I saw Anessa had her wings when she left this morning. You have anything to do with that?



Nearly choking on his pancakes Hellboy turned away from the agent trying to breathe again. After getting the wade down his throat he turned back to the young agent, “No (cough) no not me why would you think that?”



“Because I saw her leaving your room early this morning clutching her shirt to her chest cause she obviously couldn’t get it back over head. You fuckin lucky bastard.”



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It had been two and a half weeks since Anessa had left the B.P.R.D to settle a few things in her life before resuming her duties at the Bureau. The halls of the bureau were silent except for the buzzing of the over head lights. Abe swam in his tank listening to Bach over his specially designed sound system. Both Myers and Manning were hold up in their offices doing tedious paperwork. A soft grunting sound filtered through the hallways disturbing the peace gradually getting louder. Hellboy lay planted on the bench carefully lifting his 900lb barbell over his head. Sweat dripped from his muscled form as he finally finished his reps and settled the bar in its groove on the bench. Sitting up he rested his weary arms on his knees regulated his breathing. He had found himself in the gym a little more since she had left. His mind kept wandering to her distracting him making the day lag on. So he kept his mind busy with heavy workouts.



A loud beep across the buildings sound system alerted them to the front gates being opened. Either they had a visitor or Anessa was back bringing her belongings with her. Hellboy grabbed a towel from the cupboard and wiped the sweat from his body and headed towards the loading dock.



He walked through the entrance of the loading dock just as a 2009 deep purple convertible mustang and a large van drove through the docking door. The mustang pulled up right in front of him and the door opened. A black high heeled boot connected with the cement ground followed by its twin. Soon after Anessa’s head popped up from the car door. Her red hair pulled up in a ponytail swinging behind her with her movements. Shutting the door behind her he now saw her outfit; the black boots came up to her knee caps leaving the rest of her legs exposed before disappearing underneath a short jean skirt. Just covering her midriff was a black tank top with a big white skull across her breasts and a studded belt hung loosely around her hips. And to finish off the look was her large silver ankh around her neck, two large silver hoops decorating her ears and a large leather band wrapped round her right wrist. The marking around her eye was gone as well as her wings, which disappointed him a little bit.



“Nice ride.” Hellboy called nonchalantly lighting up a cigar.



Anessa moved to the back of her purple mustang and opened the truck pulling out a large black duffle bag. With one fluid motion the heavy duffle bag was swung over her shoulder. Slamming the trunk shut her face reappeared, “Thanks it just didn’t feel right leavin her behind.”



The doors of the van soon opened and agents started pulling out boxes. After a few boxes a giant flat LCD screen TV emerged in two agents hands.



“Jesus Christ that’s a big TV!” Hellboy’s cigar nearly feel out of his mouth as he watched it go by, “Why the hell didn’t Manny get me a TV like that? You gonna put that in my room right?”



She laughed hard but cut it short with an abrupt, “No.”



“Ah crap.”



A big red micro fiber couch soon followed along with what looked like the makings of a black cast iron bed frame. Many boxes came after; one by one agents brought them down to her newly empty room dropping them off to be unpacked.



Following the last agent with the last box she pasted by Hellboy brushing up against him slightly. The duffel bag that once occupied her hand was taken from her. Turning around Hellboy nodded tossing the bag over his shoulder.



“You know I can carry that you know.” She growled reaching for the bag but missed it completely when he moved out of her way heading down the hall without her.



“Yeah well I can’t let the nanny squad do all the work now can I.” he called to her.



“You anger me you know that right?”



“Of course.” Setting her duffel bag on the packed floor of her room he leaned against the wall taking a drag of his cigar and laughed, “You have a lot of work ahead of you. Better hope a mission doesn’t come up in the next month.”



“I’ll have this done by 2am tonight.”



A box had caught his attention marked “Stereo” making his over to it her pulled the top off pulling out the piece of equipment. It was the size of his head but like a large silver cube. On the top was a small slit.



Taking it from his mitts she put it on the table that stood in the middle of the room, “Its for my Ipod it looks weird but it gives off great sound. Now if you don’t mind I need to get to work.” And with that she ushered him out of the room and closed the door in his face.



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The night crawled by at a snails pace, the endless silence that filled the halls drove him to madness. Sitting on his massive bed Hellboy hopped channels the buzzing clicks drilled into his scull. Looking at his clock the bright red numbers flashed 2am. It was time to check on the angel besides she said she would be done by this time. He bet she could use some company.



Getting to his feet he threw the remote on the night table and looked at him self in the mirror. His horns were newly grinded down and his chin shaven. Yep he looked good. Grabbing a black tank from the nearby chair Hellboy started to pull it on but stopped. Returning to the mirror he flexed his peck muscles and smiled. Hoisting the tank back over his head he threw the shirt back on the chair remaining shirtless.



Rounding the corner to her room he began to here the music coming form her room. It had a heavy but steady beat to it. It was a heavier rock the he was used to but he good get into it. The door was slightly ajar letting the light within the room to filter out into the dim hallway. With a slight nudge from his stone hand the door slowly swung open. A black cast iron canopy bed sat on the north end of the room with two matching night stand at either side. A white mess fabric draped from post to post giving an angelic feel to the sleeping space. On the adjacent wall hung the giant flat screen TV for easy viewing and a tall but long table sat below it. The red couch sat o the east side with a metal shelving next to it holding the stereo for her ipod and several books and CDs. In another corner of the room sat a tall glass case with several beautiful glass objects littering the inside. A light that hung from the very top illuminated the art pieces. On each wall hung black and white pictures, on the bottom of each read “Ansel Adams” each incased in what looked like black leather frames. And a large desk sat in another corner with a computer and a large 24” flat screen. Then he saw her in the closet bending over searching through a box her black boots now missing but the shirt still on giving him quite a show from where he was standing.



“It’s not nice to stare Red.” She called from the box.



“Well you shouldn’t put on such a good show then.”



Her hand shot to cover her exposed thong and stood abruptly turning around to face him. Her nice tight pony tail was now loose and undone. Strands of blood red hair hung in her eyes. The strap of her tank top hung loosely on her bicep exposing her shoulder.



With two long strides of his long legs he was in the door and next to her bed. A plush white down comforter covered the bed and two large pillows sat at the head of the bed.



“Nice digs you got here, I mean you don’t crew around do you?” Walking over the computer he moved the mouse to turn on the screen. The monitor light flashed on revealing a picture of Anessa with another beautiful girl wrapped around each other sitting on a bench somewhere on the desktop. “Everything is pretty much top end isn’t it? I mean I would kill for that TV.” He pointed to the TV mounted on the wall. Moving to the couch he flopped down on it crossing one leg over the other.



“Make yourself at home why don’t you.” She laughed disappearing into the large walk in closet and came out holding two beers. Throwing one to him she took up residence next him on the couch pulling her long legs under her. Poping the top of her beer she took a long pull and sat it down on her knee.



“Yeah well I really don’t have any bills except for living expenses so I saved all my money. I mean I really couldn’t go shopping when I was on tour in the middle of Iraq holding a machine gun and grenades hanging on my belt. So when I was on leave from the Army I bought myself a few things to satisfy the tech bug inside of me.”



Joining her in the beer he leaned back against the back of the couch, “So how did you explain those wings to your parents and friends when they saw you? I mean I can’t believe they didn’t notice them.”



“Yeah well it freaked my parents out a bit. But my best friend took to them right away. She thought they were “freaking sweet”. Obviously I told them they had to keep them a secret cause it would put my life in danger if the wrong people found out about my angelic appendages. As for my job I told them I was working for a secret part of the government. So I really wasn’t lying to them too much but they were happy to find out I would be in the states more often. It was a little difficult for my mom to let go of me when she left it had been almost a year since she had seen me last. And when you get a letter from the government stating your child is a hostage of a hostile terrorist group it leaves ya a little frazzled and clingy.” Her hand reaching behind her head Anessa pulled the binder from her locks releasing her red waves of hair. Spilling into her vision her finger moved the strains behind her ears.



Tipping the beer back Hellboy drained the last of the amber liquid into his mouth and swallowed crumbling the tin can in his stone hand. His eyes found a trash can sitting by the door and his hand launched the can into its opening.



“Sooo.” Hellboy began putting his arm on the back of the couch his stone hand landing right behind her head. He intended on getting her side of there rendezvous they had before she left to get her stuff but he was cut off by the blaring alarm, “Crap.”



“At least I pretty much finished before that thing went off.” Anessa groaned getting to her feet and headed out the door with Hellboy in tow. There was going to be no sleep tonight.