Hindsight

Hindsight
Kireania

An: I am sooooo sorry about the delay. There has been so much bs going on in my world that I have barely had anytime on the comp to type up the end to this chapter. I just finished this tonight and as usual it’s not been through anything other than spellcheck.

I’m already working on the next chapter and actually chapters to a few of my other stories as well. I’m back writing and there’s going to be a lot of updates hopefully.

Warning: This chapter has a bit of sexual situation. Mainly masturbation and the fantasies that usually accompany that. At the end there’s a bit of nudity but bleh. LOL

Side note: Ok so I just reread this through after having taken a break for a while and I've found many mistakes. I will fix them but right now I need to pass out. So they will be fixed within the next 24-48 hours thanks.

Chapter Seven: The Hard Way


----Hellboy's Pov----


Three weeks. Three damned weeks of her living in my room, sleeping in my bed, using my shower, walking around partially naked and dammit if I can’t fucking touch her. She’s out with John right now. So I’m in my room pounding away at my personal punching bag, this one is much more sturdy than the ones in the gym set up for the other agents. This one can stand up to hits from me. But even as I’m pounding away and hitting it for all I’m worth I know it won’t help the tension that’s taken up in my body. Especially not when she gets back.

I stop hitting the bag for a moment and just lean on it, my head falling on my flesh arm, closing my eyes. I cuss violently as images of Krys swim instantly to the forefront of my mind. I want her so badly and seeing her in those bras and panties is putting my patience and good intentions to the test. I don’t want to hurt or scare her but I’ll be damned if I don’t want to fuck her. And to make matters worse it seems she prefers to just be in those barely covering lace bras and thongs or boy shorts, or whatever the hell she wears on different days, while she’s in my room. I’m going to go insane but it’s a gorgeous and sweet insanity.

I can see her so clearly. All her skin visible just to me alone, her tattoos and pale scars that make her perfect. I can easily spot her scars only because I know where to look. She heals so thoroughly that scars barely ever take. I groan in my throat as a small shiver of pleasure works its way through me and then I roll my eyes even though they are closed. God, I’m hard again. I can’t even begin to count how many times I’ve had to sneak away to jack off, or just take a cold shower. When we got her to go out of the room I stole my room back and used my porn to help, but hell with Krys so close I don’t need the fake blonde in my downloaded videos anymore to see Krys’ face. All I need to do is close my eyes and I see Krys.

“Crap” I can already tell that a shower won’t help me this time. It’s always a toss up, and lately showers have been helping less and less, hell even jacking off isn’t helping as much as it did in the beginning. Straightening up I back up until my legs hit my bed. I sit down and groan in the back of my throat as the material of my pants brushes against my cock, sending chills down my spine. Laying down I can’t help but think that I can’t believe I’m doing this right now; she could walk in any moment. Hell, she could see me at any moment. She could come in and watch me jerk off, her name on my lips.

Oh god, that just makes my cock twitch harder. The image of her coming in here, her face happy at seeing me and excited to tell me about everything that she had just seen when all of a sudden she notices what I’m doing…God that would be priceless. I doubt she would know what to think. Would she just stand there mortified or would she stare at me curious and wanting to try herself?

I open my pants and pull my uncut length out. Her frame is still so small compared to me. I doubt she would even be able to take me, if we could even get that far. She would be so tight though, so warm…I groan louder and stroke myself slowly trying to make this last. I turn my mind back to the images of her walking in on me while I’m jacking off. Where was she going today again… oh yea Scout took her to a mall today to do some shopping to get her own style going.

I can see her coming back now. Bags in her hands, new shirts, pants, more bras, and thongs ready to show me all of them and see what I think of them all. I can see her in my mind opening the vault door and quickly closing it behind her before turning around and stopping dead when she notices me on my bed. I have my bright red cock out in my hand, I’m pumping it slowly and I’m oblivious to everything. I haven’t even noticed her entrance. I can just see her face as she watches me. She steps closer to get a better look and her eyes are wide and her mouth is slightly gaped, she’s not sure what I’m doing but she can see that I’m enjoying it immensely.

Her innocence is so hot, but hell I think everything about her is hot. Her eyes are on me and finally I notice her. My yellow eyes open up and I gasp when I see her staring down at me as I jerk myself off. I start to pull my hand away but she whimpers and I see her squirm just a bit and suddenly I realize she’s turned on from watching me. I meet her eyes and I see that her face is flushed and I know that if I wasn’t red mine would be too. I put my hand back and her eyes dart down only to dart away only to dart back when my hand drags a growl from me. She’s fascinated and she’s aroused, Jesus, I’m in heaven. This could only be better if…I feel the bed dip in my mind and suddenly she’s that much closer and my eyes open and meet hers again. I must have closed them without meaning too.

She’s biting her lip hard I can see the imprints her teeth are causing on her soft lips as she watched. Oh god I want to kiss her. My hand pumps faster and my right hand is gripping the bed beneath me, I hope the sheets have enough give in them to bear with me. I really don’t need to explain why I need new bed sheets… I hear her whimper and my eyes wander down her body. Oh no, I close my eyes for just a second as a wave of heat passes through my entire frame, her shirt is off and she’s rubbing her fingers around her nipple through her lace bra. This is a plain black one but it still looks really good on her. The lace has to feel good on her skin, especially on her nipple. I look back up at her and I can see that her body is squirming much more now, she’s definitely reacting to watching me and that in turn is making me lose it. I’m not gonna last much longer.

She leans down close and I feel her lips slide across mine and she whines out my name, that’s all I can take. I’m to far gone. I’m coming hard, all over my hand, my pants, my and my stomach. My eyes had squeezed shut and when I open them I’m alone in the room, Krys is nowhere in site. My fantasy ended.

It takes me a while but I recover my breath and my bearings enough to move and clean up the mess I’ve made. Well except for my pants…those have to be sent down to dirty clothes. And I send them in the middle of a very large pile of other dirty clothes, no need to broadcast what I do to anyone. I feel relaxed right now, but I know it won’t last long it never does. I head towards my shower, I need to finish getting cleaned up, I hate being sticky.

Dammit why are the alarms going off now?

----Krys’ Pov----

And I thought the BPRD and my house was huge. The mall is bigger than both of them put together. John brought me here today so I could shop since this is part of my plan.

It wasn’t hard to get John to agree to help, but he’s already started to complain because I have to get him to help me on some things that embarrass him. Oh well. It’s been three weeks since I was saved. Three weeks since I met Red and I was placed in my perfect home. After Abe gave me that little lesson, John calls it Sex 101, I’ve been understanding Red’s reactions a lot better, and I’ve been doing more to get those reactions. I tend to walk around in nothing but my bra and underwear in our room and my clothes are tight which John tells me also will get the same reaction.

I know I’m doing it right when I see Hellboy’s eyes darken when he looks at me, when he tenses up and when his voice deepens in a gritty way. His voice put me off at first it sounded similar to anger but I can tell the difference easily now. When I see him reacting to me or when I do something that I hope will get a reaction I have to force myself not to smile, it’s hard though because I know John and Abe are probably trying not to smile as well.

Our goal? Basically to push Red so far that he crumbles a bit and kisses me or at least gives me an opening to point out that I am interested. I’m not worried that he’ll go too far, I trust him.

John led me to a store that he said was similar to the one where he got all my other clothing from. We go in and he leads me to the section where my size is. I find a few things, but not too much, basically I feel like I have all this stuff already. I glance out of the store window and my eyes widen when directly across the way I see a store that looks completely different. It’s dark and the clothing is shocking. There are splashes of pinks and reds and purples, I’m enthralled.

I tug on John’s jacket to get his attention and finally when he looks up I point out the window and across. His eyes widen and he just stares at me.

“What’s that store?” I ask.

It has to be obvious to him that I now want to go there but he’s still staring at me as if he’s not sure what to do. I wave my hand in front of his face a few times before he finally snaps of whatever trance he was in. He stutters a bit before he stops to regain his composure.

“That store is called Hot Topic. It’s not the type of store I would have thought you’d be interested in.” He was staring thoughtfully at the store though.

He must have decided that my pointing out that store meant that I was actually interested in going there…yes I have realized that John although he means well can be a little slow on a few things. I doubt I have room to say that though considering how certain things he perceived before I do. Taking my stuff the counter I stand next to him as he pays for all the clothing, which thankfully isn’t that much just a top that was tight and somewhat sheer and a few pairs of jeans.

Heading over to the store that I now know is Hot Topic, with me carrying the bag, I refuse to let him do everything after all I am quite capable of carrying my own stuff, I can’t help but stare at everything. I’m still in shock that there is a place that is like this. I can’t wait to explore it all. Entering the unknown store the first thing I notice is the loud music that’s playing. My eyes widen as I listen to some of the lyrics that I have just happened to walk into.

My ears quickly adjust to the loud sounds and I actually find myself swaying slightly to the music. A few people greet us and welcome John and me to the store and ask if we need any help finding anything. John shakes his head no and we just start wandering through the small aisles. I’m quickly falling in love with this store. So many of the outfits that I’m seeing are cute and will help me farther my plan in so many ways. I see short skirts, boots that come up to my calf and actually some come up past my knee. The tops are seductive and full of color many of them show skin and lots of it. I quickly start looking for my size and pull things that catch my eye down. Heh John soon has his arms full.

I pull dresses, pants, shirts, skirts, tanks, tees, shoes, and everything in between. I head into the fourth aisle when my eyes widen. THEY HAVE THE CUTEST BRAS AND UNDERWEAR. They’re covered with cutsie skulls and bones and handcuffs. Stopping for a moment I wonder where my attraction to these things came from. Shrugging I ignore how odd it is that I like stuff that up until recently could have meant harm. Finding my sizes I pulled off many different styles to try on. I had every intention on buying many things from here.

Smiling brightly I tug John into the back rooms which after having asked an employee I found out were where the fitting rooms were. I snag a large on and drag John in with me incase I need some help at first. Separating the clothes I first try on the bras. Snickering quietly I smirk as I see John blushing in the room’s mirror’s reflection. I feel somewhat bad for forcing this on him…no, no I don’t. His opinion matters to me and the fact that he’s allowing himself to be put through this makes me smile, he’s a good friend and I’m glad that he’s here.

It takes about a half hour to get through all the bras that I chose but finally I have two piles. One pile of the ones that I definitely want and need to show off to Red and the other pile are ones I think are cute but not really that impressive. Leaving a strapless black with purple stripes one on I pull on a pair of pants. They hug my hips but at the same time they are really low, showing the straps on my thong, that I just happen to be wearing today. Smirking to myself I remember Red’s reaction this morning. He had growled a bit and had to make a hasty retreat.

Putting on the purple corset top that I had grabbed first I finished the outfit and turned around to face John. Smiling he nodded.

“It looks wonderful Krys. Red will jump you when he sees this.”

Smiling brightly I bounce on my toes lightly. I’m excited. These clothes seem to be just what I need to push that stubborn red demon just a tad farther. My smiled turned into a frown as I noticed that John looked hot. Well the room was pretty hot from us being so close. Softly so that he knew I wasn’t upset or anything I told John to wait outside and that I would come out with each outfit. His smile was one of pure relief.

“Alright I’ll be right out there; it’s just getting too hot back here.” I easily nod and smile again. I’m not too selfish to keep him back here, besides what’s the difference if he sees me in here or out there.

This actually works out much better. When I change into my next outfit I actually bring everything that I have set aside to get out with me along with that last top, I was still wearing the pants for the current top. He easily maintains the piles as I go back and forth between the room and my outfits. I am actually just on the last outfit about two hours later when my stomach growls. Laughing I walk out to show John the short, black with hot pink splashes in the design, dress that I had picked out, I get his approval of course, there’s only been about two outfits neither of us liked. Laughing with him I joke about wearing this out. I’m not going to because that would ruin the surprise of everything but still it would be fun.

We go up to the counter and I just tell them to scan the dress so that I won’t hold up check out. Nodding the employee scans my dress and I was just about to head back to change when a voice makes my blood run cold.

“Well lookie here. I see you have gotten yourself a rich boyfriend apparently.”

Dali’s voice cuts through my happiness and my now wide eyes turn onto her…oh shit she has her friends with her too. Fucking hell…ok I’ve been around Red too much if I’m cussing this easily. I don’t say anything, instantly reverting back to the silent girl I was before I ran away. I glance at John and realize that he hasn’t noticed Dali yet, I want to just cry out to him, get him over here so he can call Hellboy.

I know my eyes are wide with fear, I can feel it. I’m about to cry as well, my life with Red can’t end this easily. It can’t. I back up as my sister walks toward me. Whimpering lightly, I guess John must have heard me because he turns toward me with a confused frown. He notices my eyes locked onto the oncoming threat and trains his eyes on them as well. He’s confused as to why I’m reacting like this; of course he doesn’t know who Dali is. I haven’t spoken with anyone about my family…only Red knows and that’s because I told him while we were chatting online. I barely realize that all my stuff is paid for and ready to go my eyes are still trained on the group approaching me.

Of course this would happen to me. As soon as I let myself forget about my family they have to make a reappearance just to prove that they can’t be forgotten. I blink and suddenly John is beside me and has his hand on his gun. I want to tell him that his gun won’t do anything but I can’t speak the fear is gripping me too badly. I barely hear him ask what they want with me. Dali’s laughter though rings through out my ears. She raises her hand and mutters something and suddenly John flies across the store to hit a wall with a loud thud.

That breaks through my fear. I run to his side to see if he’s ok, not even caring about the other people that are dead silent and trying to edge their way out of the store. This was not supposed to happen. I see Dali’s eyes glare at me as I defy everything I was ever taught and continue to check John over. Luckily he seems to be alive at the moment, his brown eyes are clouded with pain but its better than him being dead. My focus is shot right now; I need to watch John and Dali but I can’t seem to decide who is more important to watch.

“Come now Krys, mother is waiting for you. We have all been so worried.” Her voice holds no such worry, just a promise for a beating later. I whine and hold still not sure on how I’m going to react. If I defy her I could be punished even worse later, but if I don’t defy her then I’m definitely never going to see Red again as I reenter my old life.

“No…she’s not going back…” John’s voice is wheezy as he tries to talk through his pain and lack of breath. He’s finally figured out who this is…well sort of anyway.

Laughing again Dali taunts John. “And what do you think you can do about it?” She mutters in that language that I was never taught and both of us are hit with whatever she threw at us this time. I grit my teeth together, years of holding back my pain finally coming in handy. I’m fully healed right now and surprisingly my pain tolerance is higher than I would have thought, I easily deal with the pain, even comparing it to the pain I’m used to getting. John on the other hand is not as tolerable; he cries out in pain and bites his lip hard enough to split the skin.

Surprisingly John forces himself to sit up soon after the magical, yes magical, attack lets up. I’m still on my knees beside him but my eyes are locked on Dali. Perhaps going with her would spare John. Damn this…damn all of this. I growl slightly and glare at my sister, it has to be the boldest thing I’ve ever done to her face and she’s amused at my reactions. John grabs my hand and I look down at him, I see his eyes are clear and I easily see what he’s thinking. No I can’t read his mind but John’s eyes were always expressive, even Red says so.

I can’t do that though. I can’t run and leave him. I can’t…but I have too. This is the only chance I have of getting away again. I need to run and perhaps while I’m running John can get Hellboy to find me. I don’t allow myself the chance to think of what could go wrong with this plan before I’m up and bolting out of the store with speed that I didn’t even know I had. I blame it on my adrenaline. I never knew a lot of things before I came to the BPRD but after arriving I have found that the blue thin likes referring books for me to read so that we can discuss them. It’s highly fun but at this particular moment I just wish my mind would turn off all those other thoughts and just focus on the problem at hand, name my sister and her groupies following me.

At least I know that John’s safe. I don’t even bother to look back; I just push my legs to run faster. Seeing a railing coming up I get an idea that has the ability to go very wrong I can only hope that it won’t. But hell who am I kidding this is all wrong to begin with. I don’t change my course as I head for the railing, a few more paces and I tighten my leg muscles and spring over the rail only to fall to the floor below. I land suddenly and have to tuck and roll to keep from smashing my face into the ground.

Looking up over my shoulder for the first time I see Dali glaring at me and lunging for the stares that lead down here. I’m not going to wait for her to show up, I’m off running again. People scatter as I run through the huge mall. This is soooo not how I wanted to explore the mall.

Seeing a sign labeled Exit I bolt towards it and shove my entire body against the heavy door. It gives and I find myself outside, again I look back and my eyes widen. My pursuers are only a few feet behind me. Damn this all to hell and back. I turn and start to run with all my might, it’s a little hard seeing as once again I’m running for my life without shoes of any type on. Glass and other sharp litter embed themselves in my feet but my fear allows me to ignore the pain that is shooting through me.

I have no clue where I’m going again. This city is just too damn huge; I don’t know how anyone could know where they are going. I find myself on a bridge after a long time of running, my sister continuing to shout threats at me while trying to get me to stop. Like hell am I stopping. Or at least I thought I wasn’t but a large group of black cars suddenly show up blocking the other side of the bridge. I skid to a stop, unsure of what these cars mean, wincing lightly as the sudden stop makes everything digging into my feet go even deeper.

It feels like everything has slowed down, I watch as people in suits step out of the cars but they don’t hold my attention for too long as suddenly Dali has connected with me forcing our bodies to roll on the ground in a very bad mimic of wrestling. I’m panicking so my struggle isn’t very coordinated but I must be a lot stronger than she expected because I throw her off of me and run at the black cars, they are the least of my worries right now.

Gasping for breath, I watch as Dali pulls herself off the ground. My eyes widen as I look at her face, she’s bleeding from a cut on her lip and her nose is dripping blood as well. I couldn’t have done that much damage, could I? I’m watching her closely waiting for her next attack when I see her eyes widen dramatically. Oh hell please let that mean something good for me. I don’t even have time to turn around when I feel a strong arm wrap around my waist. I want to scream in fear but I whip my head around to see what has gotten a hold of me and the sight that meets me causes the scream to die instantly.

Hellboy has me now. I’m safe.

----John’s Pov----

I watch through hazy eyes as Krys runs, her speed is amazing. Yea I’ve seen creatures faster but I still think of her as human so I’m highly impressed. Gritting my teeth I force myself up and look around. The store is a mess from the fight and people are just staring at me. Sighing I shake my head and instantly regret it as the room starts to spin. Damn I haven’t felt this hurt since Russia.

Getting my balance I pull my phone out of my pocket and I am grateful that it hasn’t been damaged to badly, just a few cracks. Speed dial is a wonderful thing; I don’t have to remember that long as hell number to get to the professor’s personal desk phone. I hear the ringing and cringe as the sound echoes through my head. Surprisingly I’m extremely calm; normally I’d be off the wall with worry and the need to follow. I blame my injuries.

Professor answers and I quickly explain the situation to him. He remains calm something I’m very grateful for right now. After talking for a minute or two I hang up and once again look around. I have a feeling that Krys is gonna lose that dress to this fight. Sighing I force myself to wander through the store to find another dress, and I actually see some tight black pants that she would look good in as well. She’s definitely gonna need clothes to change into and he knew she would want her surprise to remain a secret. Grabbing a loose band shirt and the pants he brought the new dress and the pants and shirt up to the register.

“Look can I bother you again to ring these up.”

My voice is tired and the employee is still in shock as she rings up the items without hesitation. By the time I’m finished with the transaction a few BPRD agents have found me. They are shocked with how beat up I am, newbies obviously. I want to shake my head but stop myself as I remember what happened last time. Shrugging lightly I point to the bags and tell them to gather those and head back to the car. They blink at the odd request but then follow orders. I’m glad I don’t have to explain anything.

I get to the car very slowly; I have to stop often when the dizziness gets a tight hold on me. Groaning as I finally slide into the cool interior of the car I bite back a whine as the car instantly jerks off at a rather fast and disorienting pace. My phone rings and as I go to answer it I prepare myself for Manning’s loud voice. Sure enough Manning instantly starts yelling at me, how could I lose the girl? Where did they go? Blah blah blah. Yea I’m in no mood for this. Firmly I tell him to see if her locator is on and follow that. Besides if she hadn’t run she would probably be on her way back to her parents by now.

My voice shuts Manning up as he does exactly what I said. Gruffly he says good work and hangs up. The driver must have gotten a call a few minutes later as to where to head but I barely notice. My mind is swimming so bad that I barely notice anything. I do notice however when the car stops and I’m pulled out by a large red hand and carried onto the garbage truck. I’m set down and Red instantly starts to harass me.

Luckily Abe shuts him up and just reads my mind. Words were said and HB finally settles down with a gruff, “Sorry kid”. I want to laugh but I feel like shit. I just smile a bit to show that I’m not upset. I hear Blue diagnosising me even as we speed down the streets to catch Krys. I don’t need to understand him to know that I am pretty bad off. Oh I won’t die but I’m gonna be sore for a while.

I’m about to tell Blue to leave me alone when the garbage truck slams to a halt and I groan out my discomfort. We have found her.

I want to help but I know better, I’m gonna stay in the truck this time. Hellboy’s already gone and Abe warns me against leaving. I don’t need to reply, he knows I won’t be going anywhere. I hope Krys is ok.

----Hellboy Pov----

The alarm had sounded and I groaned as I didn’t even have a chance to wash off. Hastily I destickify myself and rush putting clean clothes on. Hopefully these are going to be torn to shred from whatever is going on. I am met outside my door by Blue, he looks really serious.

“It’s Krys…” Now I know why. He knows how I feel about the girl and he knows that no one else, save father who is probably busy, would survive telling me something had happened to her.

I remain silent as I wait for him to continue.

“It seems there is a group chasing her. Agent Myers just called and has asked for backup. We need to find her; this group seems to be able to control powerful magic.”

He’s calm, but I see the concern in his eyes. Krys is close to him as well. She loves learning and he loves teaching her. I nod jerkily, I’m tense and I am desperately trying to hold my rage back. I thought she would be safe with us. Damn this all, I walk pass Blue and don’t even bother checking to see him following. I have no doubt that he is. I’m at the main gate where we leave in less than two minutes, a record for me.

My weapons are already set up and I grab some bullets for the Samaritan, whoever is chasing Krys is going to die. Painfully if I have anything to say about it. I get settled in our truck and wait, or try to, for everyone else to hurry their goddamned asses up. The longer we wait the more possible it is that we can lose her. I growl and glare at Blue as he tries to hush me.

I know I’m impatient but hell why is everyone moving slower than snails. After far too long we are off. One car is going separate from us, their going to go pick up Boy Scout. I watch as the roads fly by, cars with sirens surround us and we barrel by, Blue is using the locators to try and find her. I know exactly when he locates her. He gives directions to the driver.

We make a pit stop to pick up Boy Scout from the other agents. I barely glance at the bags that they place in the truck as well. I’m in no mood to see what Krys bought. I want to see her. Kid here is beaten up pretty badly and after I start to yell at him I feel bad. I know he did the best he could, he always does.

I apologize and go back to watching the roads with glaring yellow eyes. I need a diversion but there’s nothing that could distract me at this point and I know it. We don’t get there soon enough but when I feel the truck slam to a halt I am standing up ready to get out. Stepping off the truck I look around and easily spot her. She’s in a small black dress that had definitely seen better days. There’s blood on the ground around her feet and when I see her move a bit I realize that the blood is pooling from her feet.

I growl in anger, the group that wasn’t to far from her was going to pay for harming her. I watch as one girl throws herself at Krys, they roll for a bit. Krys is panicked and her movements make no sense but they are strong. The dark haired girl flies off of her and they both scramble to their feet. I’ve seen enough. I’m going to end this now.

Walking forward I close the distance between Krys and I easily, with dark glee I notice the attacker’s eyes widen in shock. When I wrap my arm around her, my blonde girl tenses up and whips her head around to look at me. She had definitely not been expecting me because the fear in her eyes is immense but it instantly fades when she recognizes me. Good.

I turn my eyes back to the darker haired girl and growl low in my throat, I know who this is. I can just tell. This is Krys’ sister, Dali. Krys is clinging to me tightly; when we get back I’m going to have a long talk with her. About what I don’t know but I don’t think I’m gonna be able to let her out of my sight anytime soon.

Dali raises her hand and mutters some words, they sound slightly familiar I’ll ask Blue later. I turn and shield Krys just in time. Whatever magic that was it hurt like a bitch but it isn’t the worst pained I’ve ever felt. Turning back to her I smirk and just glare.

“Try again sweetie your little magic trick won’t get you anywhere.”

I taunt her as I shove Krys back towards the other agents but she refuses to let go of me. Huffing I rearrange her so that I can fight in a somewhat undisturbed manner. Raising my gun I let off two rounds and I know I’m a bad shot but those bullets almost hit her so I feel a bit proud. I keep firing rounds now, making Dali and her gang dodge for cover. More muttered words and suddenly I’m surrounded by wolves, large wolves at that.

It doesn’t take me long to figure out that these are the werewolves that chased Krys and now I know that they aren’t real werewolves, they are just conjured by magic. How annoying. This time when I shove Krys away she let’s go but I instantly regret it as the wolves surround her and back her up into another part of the bridge. Damn I’m stupid at times. Dali is laughing right now but I’m going to shut that up real quick. Shot after shot I plow my way through the wolves. I glance up to check on Krys and freeze in shock. She’s not there anymore. How? What the…?

I look up at Dali and I see her frowning and glaring at that spot as well. So she didn’t have anything to do with Krys disappearing either. Well fuck, where’d she go? I wanted to spend more time thinking about that but the wolves were back to attacking me, while the group over there were looking like they were trying to figure out a puzzle.

I finish up with my group relatively quickly after that, the need to find my Krys was overwhelming. I needed to make sure she was ok. I wasn’t sure if she was or not her little disappearing trick throwing me off greatly. Looking back I see Blue looking at the spot where she used to be with a small smirk, or what counts for a smirk for him, on his face. He knows something I don’t dammit.

“Blue what the hell is going on?”

I call back my voice easily revealing my frustration as some wolves break off from the back of the group that is still looking at the open space. I’m running out of bullets real quick, I’m gonna have to switch to fists in the next few moments.

“Krys is alright Red,” Damn him for knowing that that’s really all I care about right now. “She is defending herself in a manner that I was hoping to observe again.”

I don’t get anything that he’s saying. What has she done before? What has he seen? I hate it when he’s cryptic. I suddenly hear a yelp, Krys’ yelp. I snap my head up and there that damned brat is. She’s in the exact same spot as she was before but now her arm is bleeding and the wolves are even closer. I don’t think twice before I leap over a great many and land right in front of my Krys, getting in the way of a lunging wolf.

Grabbing hold of the bushy tail that’s closest to me I use its body as a weapon by whipping it back into the group. A few of them die on the spot from the force but not enough. I growl low in my throat, fucking hell even I know this doesn’t look good. Then suddenly every single wolf is thrown backwards away from us. I automatically look at Blue but he shakes his head. It wasn’t him so then…who? I turn and look back at Krys as a breeze draws my attention.

Her eyes are scrunched tightly and she is clutching the sides of her head. Her mouth is open in a wide O shape and I suddenly realize the energy that pushed everything back had come from her. Looking forward again I realize something…shocking.

The werewolves are gone, only the blood, from dead bodies, still remains. The live ones and all other bodies have just vanished. I can easily see where Krys’ sister and her goons are laying on the ground, they too are clutching their heads but unlike Krys who looks like she’s terrified, they are in pain.

Their howls of agony are so loud I’m shocked we haven’t drawn attention from the regular authorities yet. One must be causing the other and I’m actually not sure if I want to stop their pain, they hurt Krys. But I know I can’t just let this go on, it could hurt Krys. I turn to her and gently put my hand on her cheek, trying to get her to look at me.

I get my wish and her head turns up to me and her eyes pop open, they are practically glowing with fear and power. I never realized that she even had such power, but now I can clearly see it. Her eyes are wide as they look at me and then she looks around and notices the writhing group a ways away. The shock must have broken off whatever she was doing because those three brats stop screeching. I’m just about to finish everything off by turning to them and dealing with them but Krys collapses on me, she passes out.

I panic instantly. Has she lost too much blood? Has she overexerted herself? Is she dead? She can’t be dead I won’t let her be… Thoughts rush through my mind and I can’t stop them as I stare at her prone body. I barely realize that Blue is next to me now, looking down at the blonde in my arms. He nods a few times, his hands tracing her frame.

“She is fine, just tired.” My mind lets out a mental sigh as I let go of the breath I was holding. Damn I’ve never been more terrified of anything. Gathering her up in my arms I turn and look at the ragged looking teens that had caused all of this.

“Brats go home.” I’m only being nice to them this once because Krys needs my attention now. If they start something else I’m gonna rip them all new holes to breathe from. Dali is pissed at me I can see it but what ever had happened between those three and Krys I can that it drained all of them. They can’t fight anymore, they’re too weak.

Turning my back on them I hurry to the garbage truck and get on it, my intentions are obvious I want to go home. I want to get Krys somewhere safe.

Abe follows me, after looking at the group for a few moments with an inquisitive look in his eyes. We are both settled in and ready to leave way before the truck even jerks off. I know a few agents will stay behind to take care of clean up and explanations I have no worries about that.

The drive goes by slowly; we have obviously hit the wonderful thing called traffic. How fun is that? I snort at my own sarcastic thoughts and just look down at Krys, who is still in my arms, before I look over at Scout. I’m glad he had gone with her, who knows what would have happened if she had gone alone.

I’m deep in thought when I feel movement and hear a small whimper. My yellow eyes meet her mismatched eyes and she just smiles lightly at me before her recollection of everything hits her. She sits up sharply and bangs her head into my chin.

That hurt!!

I hold back my cuss and groan of pain. Miss overreaction here though doesn’t. She yelps sharply and flings her hands over the offended area. Whimpering for a moment her hands rub across her head in an attempt to soothe her screaming head.

“That was so smart…” Her voice is laced with pain as she mutters. I laugh at her lightly, she is beyond cute.

Slowly so as not to cause anymore unintentional damage she turns her face up and looks at me. I have to hold my breath as I meet those deep intense eyes in a stare. After a moment I look away, keeping that gaze any longer would have resulted her being scared off by a massive hard-on. I grit my teeth and loosen my arms when I feel her start to move around, damn why is she teasing me like this?

After an eternity of her small and jarring movements she is settled and stays that way for the rest of the trip, I wasn’t about to let her go and I know she didn’t want to get down with her feet still torn up and probably throbbing like anything. Blue is going to have to extract everything from the bottoms of her feet when we get back.

Getting back took another forty five minutes, the traffic was awful. In the last five minutes Krys made me fully aware of everything as she started shifting around, her boredom easily taking hold either that or the pain was getting to her. I think it’s the boredom though. I close my eyes tightly and hold back a groan as she wiggles about. Oh I hope we get back soon, I don’t know how much more I can take before I force her to still…

We’re back!! I pick her up bridal style, barely hearing the eep that came from her mouth as I suddenly lifted her. She’s grabbing onto me so tightly, probably from shock, but at least now her weight isn’t shifting around my groin, any longer and I would have been answering some serious questions.

We end up in a pretty large medical room; Blue right behind us and behind him was a couple guys carrying John. Damn I’d forgotten about him. Definitely not upset that Scout is taken care of first, he is hurt the worst, I wait to be told where I can put Krys down.

Those watery blue eyes are full of amusement as he finally finishes with John and looks at me. Hell I know I look stupid but he doesn’t have to be so obvious about the whole thing. He’s probably trying not to laugh at me; I push those thoughts to the side as he waves me to just set Krys down on the other medical table in the room. Duh but I am the genius.

I put her down gently on the cool metal. She lets go and settles down instantly. Obviously she’s no where near being uncomfortable. Damn…I have been saying well thinking that a lot lately, but I’m torn right now. I want to go jack off in my room after having her sit on my lap for so long but I don’t want to leave her here. The decision is made for me when she grips my arm tightly.

Blinking I look at her confused why she is biting her lip and has her face scrunched up in pain. Her eyes open and she looks down and I follow her eyes. Blue is kneeling by her feet and is now removing everything that has found its way into her skin. It’s more painful than it should be because Abe actually has to reopen many of the wounds to fish out what is there. Having fast healing isn’t always the best thing.

I stay there and let her grip onto me until finally after an hour Abe finishes and then wraps both of her feet and her upper arm up in gauze. It’s kinda weird seeing her like that, she doesn’t really wear socks and it looks like she is doing just that. She lightly lowers herself and walks about, wincing every few steps. At least she can walk.

I’m the last one to get looked at. I’m actually confused though. Why is Blue looking at me I wasn’t injured, was I? He pokes my arm and I grit my teeth in pain, ok so yea I was. I try to block the pain out and I do so by looking over at Krys who is talking to a conscious John Myers. They are whispering to each other and Krys smiles happily at him and hugs him tightly when he points to a small bag. Hmmm when did that get there? The other bags must be in my room, waiting for Krys to put them away.

She’s suddenly kneeling by the bag and going through what ever is there. She’s smiling happily, whatever is in there she loves.

----Krys Pov----

I’m beyond happy right now. Dali was sent away, I’m back home, and John is ok. I feel wonderful right now. When he had first woken up I was there next to him apologizing. He quickly stopped me and said this was his job so I should just shut up. I laughed at that and hugged him gratefully. We talk a bit mainly me telling him what had happened, what I remember anyway. I have a huge gap that I’m just not sure I want to remember anyway.

After I fill him in he seems to remember something, the bag on the floor must have reminded him. He points to it and whispers to me what’s inside. I can’t help but smile; trust John to buy me clothes just so I won’t ruin my good ones. I walk over to the bag and kneel down. My feet are screaming at me but I ignore them, it’s really not that hard.

I smirk when I see another dress exactly like the one I’m wearing, good at least I have a replacement for this ruined one. And then there is a pair of tight black pants and a loose band tee shirt. Nice and comfortable clothing, perfect. I don’t hesitate to stand up and just start stripping. I am wiggling the dress over my head when I hear a light gasp.

Turning my head I stare at a wide eyed Hellboy. I raise my eyebrow at him, holding back from smirking is hard but I have to remain innocent or close to it anyway. I shuck the dress off and then turn to face him with a curious look on my face.

“Red?” All I need to say is his name. My question is obvious. Why did he gasp? I undress in front of him all the time and he usually doesn’t mind.

He just shakes his head for me to never mind. I shrug and look at my undergarments. Shit, they’re soaked with blood and from what I’ve been told blood is impossible to get out of undergarments. Sighing heavily I reach behind me and undo my bra, letting it fall down to the floor before I bend to grab the shirt from the bag. I feel eyes on my back and when I look over my shoulder I see two yellow eyes bearing down into me, questions and lust are easily visible.

Biting my lip I decide to tease a bit. This wasn’t part of my plan but hey go with the flow, right? That’s what John said anyways. I grab the shirt and the pants before I stand back up to my full height, mostly naked since all I have on is my underwear. Those eyes follow me as I move and just lay my clothes on the table that John is resting on; he’s back asleep so I’m careful not to wake him.

Frowning I look at my underwear again and then look over at Blue and Red. In a whining voice I speak to them. “My underwear is covered in blood from that werewolf scratching me. I don’t have any clean underwear here, what should I do?”

Red stares at me. I know what I should do but I want to play this game. I want to push Red. Blue obliges and answers me; Hellboy is too speechless right now.

“You could just take them off and wear your outfit without your undergarments until you get back to the room.” Ever so logical I tilt my head and allow a flush to spread as I think about that. Yea I had planned that from the beginning but hearing the blue thing say it is different for some reason.

Nodding I smile and start to maneuver out of my underwear with as much movement as my gauze wrappings allow. My back is turned to then so it’s only my rear that they are seeing but I can easily see the affect it’s having on Red whenever I look over my shoulder. I grab the pants and wiggle into them. They are tight so it takes me a moment to get them comfortable and closed. I must have bounced a little because my breasts are jiggling a bit. Laughing at the feeling slightly I grab the shirt and put it over my head turning back towards the only awake males in the room far before it’s even on my shoulders.

Red’s gold eyes are dark and are focused on me. This is probably the most open he’s stared since that first day of me trying on some clothes. His muscles are tense and he is sitting really stiffly. Blue looks amused by everything. But then again he knows my plan.

Pulling the shirt down fully I frown and walk over to stand next to Red. Cautiously I put my hand on him, my eyes silently asking him if he’s ok. I know the battle that he’s fighting but he doesn’t really have an escape right now so I’m just worried that I’m pushing a bit too far. I don’t want him to hate me.

I blink and then I’m suddenly being thrown over his shoulder. Uh-oh. Shit I pushed way to far. No!! I can’t believe it. I pushed to hard and now I’m gonna be kicked out because he’s too damn blind to see I want him to want me. I feel like crying as I feel his body shifting underneath my stomach as he walks through the halls of the BPRD.

I hadn’t even had a chance to look at Blue and see if everything was ok before I was out of that room. Biting my lip I waited for him to put me at the front door and tell me to leave. Closing my eyes I try to stop what was happening. I didn’t want to piss him off. Damn I’m stupid.

My internal thoughts stop suddenly when I hear a familiar door opening up and the welcomed smell of our room pierces my senses. I can smell cats, Hellboy, clothes, and some food that I can’t quite pinpoint. I’m just breathing a breath of relief when I’m suddenly flung down onto the bed and Hellboy’s large hulking body is over me, looming dangerously.

I swallow thickly as he narrows his eyes at me. His voice is deep, gritty with suppressed lust and anger as he speaks to me, “I hate your clothing!”

He doesn’t say anything else except for perhaps a growl before he shoves himself off the bed and starts walking away. I stare at the ceiling as I try to figure out what had just happened. He hates my clothing? But he seemed to have liked them before… I’m so confused. Pushing myself up and sit up on my knees and stare after him.

“Wait! What do you mean you hate my clothes? I thought you didn’t mind them, you always said I looked ok.” My desperation to keep him here and to figure this out was consuming me. If he didn’t like my clothes then I was gonna get new ones, ones that he did like.

I almost flinch when he turns back to me; those eyes are bright and scary yet arousing at the same time. I’m not scared of him but I am worried. Almost like he’s fighting himself he walks back jerkily. I have to force myself not to scamper backwards. He’s right in front of me now, our faces are really close and all I’d have to do to kiss him is lean forward just a few more inches.

“I hate your damn clothes. They look to good.” His growling is really starting to make me tingle and I almost miss what he said just because of how he said it.

Blinking I stare at him in even more confusion. What the hell did that mean?

“Huh?” Yea I’m really eloquent right now.

He rolls his eyes and gets even closer to me. I gasp slightly; his presence is overwhelming me right now.

“Your clothing, I want to rip it off you. I want to hear the fabric tear in my hands. I want you to wear everything you own just so I can rip it all.”

OK that is definitely clear as mud. Frowning I shudder and force my mind to think. “Why do you want to rip my clothes off of me if I look good in them?”

I’m starting to understand what he means when I see the look in his eyes but I now want him to say it. I need to hear it. He hisses as if my question causes him pain, I am about to apologize when he suddenly shoves me down and is once again over me. I bite back a yelp and try to calm my breathing. I trust him not to force me to do anything I don’t want to but still this is a little, uhhhh, new to me.

“Stupid…I want you. You look so good in your clothes and it teases me, your clothing just begs for me to rip it off so I can touch your skin. I want you and everyday that I see you prancing about in your too tight clothing I just want to claim you. Make you mine…”

It was obvious he hadn’t meant to say that much, but once he started it was like he couldn’t stop. I shiver in delight at his words. Gods, that sent a hot spike through me. I react too slowly because he’s already pulling away, fear now filling his eyes. He’s finally said he wants me and he’s terrified I’ll reject him. Before he’s fully off of me I throw my arms around his neck and yank him back down.

He must not have been expecting that at all because he almost doesn’t catch himself as he falls forward. His body is hovering so close to mine and I just look into his eyes, a smile forming on my lips. I lean up and put my lips over his. It feels wonderful and I barely even notice that he doesn’t respond right away. But when he does, he presses me close to him and deepens the kiss a groaning from his chest transfers between our mouths and I whine a bit in excitement. Gods I needed this.

We just kiss for what feels like eternity, I’m completely lost. When his tongue touches mine I whimper and retaliate, he’s not going to be the only one to have fun. I might not know much but hell Sex 101 was plenty useful. I whine loudly when he pulls back but then my mind clears a bit and I see the look of pure shock in his eyes. I smirk evilly.

“You just have to do everything the hard way don’t you?”

An: I hope you enjoyed that. I was truly shocked at the length of this chapter but I had so much to get in. I’m not sure if I did it in a way that flows but I’ll look back over it for editing once I start that process. Please as usual R&R

Ja ne

Kireania