For those of you who have this story on your New Chapter alerts I apologize. As you can see, this is not a new chapter. I realize that things are moving a bit too fast, and I need to slow everything down. Instead of adding the next chapter, I am going to revise the chapters I already have and repost them. I am sorry for the inconvenience, but hopefully my story will be better for it. Thank you all for reading my story, and I hope you will like the newer version.

~Zarakisgirl35~

I sat in the hard wood chair, bouncing my foot up and down while simultaneously studying my nails, waiting for the auction to begin. I still didn't know how they had convinced me to do this. One minute I was chilling in my room, listening to the Black Veil Brides, and the next Red bursts into my room and tosses a green dress at me.

"Get changed," Hellboy had said, "you're going to an auction." He leaned up against the door frame with a smug look on his red face.

"Wha-," I started, "what are you talking about?" I picked up the bundle of green material and tried to sort out which end was which. I glanced up at Hellboy to see him smirking.

"Go ask Manning."

So that's exactly what I did. Storming into his small office on the east side of the BPRD compound I threw the dress down on his desk. "What is this monstrosity!"

"You're going to an auction," Manning replied, seemingly unfazed as he glanced at the pile of green on his desk.

"So I've been told," I snapped, placing my hands on my hips.

"Why are you so upset?" Manning asked. "You've been begging me for months to let you out into the field, and now that I'm letting you, you throw a fit."

I scowled and plopped down into one of the two chairs across from him. "I wanted to go capture misbehaving creatures, not sit in a room of stuffy old people in an auction." I put my hands on the edge of his desk and leaned forward. "But I can do so much more if you would only give me the chance."

"I'm not doing it because I think you are incapable of doing better," he said. "I'm doing it because you're the only one who can go." Manning continued before I could object. "Liz is unstable and Hellboy and Abe can't go for obvious reasons." He leaned back in his chair and laced his fingers together diplomatically. "If you go to this auction," he reasoned, "then the next crisis we have, you get to suit up and help out."

I could feel the giddy butterflies starting to flutter, but I schooled my expression into neutrality. "Is that a promise?" I asked. I didn't want to get my hopes up.

"Of course," Manning replied.

So, that's how I now found myself at the elusive, upscale Blackwoods building in downtown Manhattan, wearing a ridiculously uncomfortable green dress, while outside the rain pounded against the windows.

"And now we have the Fertility Goddess blah blah blah," the auctioneer droned on.

I sighed and inspected my nails with renewed interest. I was beginning to even wonder if all this boredom was worth it when the auctioneer got to the item I was sent here to get.

"Next we have a piece of the crown of Bethmoora, a civilization long forgotten."

I sat up straight in my chair and stopped looking at my nails. The only good thing about this trip was that I got to spend as much money as I needed to get this item. In other words, I could literally spend millions tonight and not get in trouble for it. Payback would be sweet.

The situation was finally looking up, so of course something had to go wrong. With a crack of tremendous thunder the lights flickered before finally dying. The men and women around began to murmur until a deep voice at the front of the room cut through all the chatter.

"Lost?" The new voice said, easily reaching me in the back of the room. "Not at all. Forgotten by you, perhaps, but very, very much alive."

A man with white hair and pale skin and far too beautiful to be human stepped out from behind the huge Fertility Goddess with a large box in his hands. He advanced towards the auctioneer with a sort of predatory grace. Once he stood about three feet from the auctioneer, he set the box on the ground in front of him.

"W-who are y-you, Sir? Please identify yourself," the auctioneer stuttered.

"I am Prince Nuada Silverlance," the man said proudly, "son of King Balor, and I am here, Sir, to reclaim what is rightfully mine." The name struck me as familiar, but I couldn't quite place it. His garb, however, was hard to miss. The ensemble looked to be of typical Elvish style. That combined with his white-blond hair reminded me of J.R.R. Tolkien's character, Legolas.

Sensing danger, I slowly got up from my seat and, making sure no one noticed my departure, I moved to stand behind the Fertility Goddess. Looking around, I found the door to a balcony just to my left. In front of the door, was the body of one of the security guards. In the other room I could hear Prince Nuada yelling at the people gathered there. I glanced back at the balcony door.

"That must be how he got in here," I muttered to myself," and that must be the way he plans to leave." I smirked and walked over to the door, stepping over the body. As quietly as I could, I opened the door and slipped outside and into the rain.

Moving to lean against the ledge of the balcony, I made myself comfortable and waited for His Highness to show up. I didn't have to wait long.

Prince Nuada pushed through the door looking completely smug with himself, and I realized with relish, that I was going to enjoy wiping that look off of his face.

"And just where do you think you're going?" I asked, pushing my now wet bangs out of my eyes.

Nuada's head snapped in my direction causing me to smirk. He hadn't known that I was there.

"Who are you?" he asked. "What are you doing out here?" He angled his body towards me and I could see him tensing up.

"I could ask you the same question," I said, avoiding his question. "But, really, all I want is for you to hand over that crown piece, and you can be on your way."

Prince Nuada got into a defensive position. "What would a human want with the crown piece of Bethmoora?"

I moved forward a few steps. "I don't want the crown piece," I elaborated. "My higher-ups do. And honestly, I don't care what they want it for, I'm just supposed to get it for them."

Prince Nuada studied me intently, as if he were seeing me for the first time. "Who are you? Who do you work for?"

I decided the poor guy should at least know the name of the person who was going to kick his butt, so I introduced myself. "My name is Jessie Brooms. I work for the Bureau of Paranormal Defense and Research, and I'm here to stop you." It wasn't a total lie. That was my name and I do work for the BPRD, but I wasn't specifically here to prevent him from taking the crown piece.

Prince Nuada slipped the crown piece into the sash at his waist and pulled out a small spear that had been resting on his back.

"Aw," I said, "don't be that way, Legolas. I just want to play."

"Do not call me that," he snarled, launching himself at me. Apparently he knew who Legolas was.

"Oooo," I taunted, jumping back to avoid the dangerous edge of his spear, "touchy, touchy."

He ignored me with obvious effort and lunged again. The rage was clear on his face and from the way he was swinging his spear, it appeared as if he were lashing out at me randomly.

I laughed and jumped until I was just out of reach. "You're never going to get me like that," I said. "You should really learn to control your temper."

Prince Nuada retracted his spear and smiled. "It appears that you are right," he said, malice glinting in his golden eyes.

'Uh-oh,' I thought. 'Maybe I shouldn't have said that.'

I backed away, holding my hands up in an 'I surrender' kind of way. "Woah," I said, "I don't know what you're thinking, but I can see that's it's not going to be good for me, so why don't we settle this with a game of Rock-Paper-Scissors?" I didn't bother to mention that I also didn't have a weapon on me.

Nuada advanced on me with that smile still on his face. "I'm not really one for games," he said. From inside the building, screams could be heard.

I stiffened and glanced behind Nuada, through the open balcony door and into the building. "What have you done?" I asked him, dread settling into the pit of my stomach.

"I've merely fed an entire colony of tooth fairies," Nuada said, sounding almost satisfied with himself.

"Oh, God," I breathed, suddenly feeling queasy. "I have to help them." All thoughts of retrieving the crown piece fled and all I could focus on was the balcony door.

Completely forgetting that Nuada was standing between me and the door, I took off running. I made it about a foot from the door before I was yanked back by my dress. I turned around to get my dress uncaught, only to find that it wasn't really caught on anything. Instead, my dress was connected to a pale hand. A hand, as it turned out, that belonged to Prince Nuada.

"Let go of me!" I cried, pulling on my dress. It didn't work. After a few seconds I realized that pulling on the dress wasn't working, so I decided to pull on his hand instead. The instant my hand touched his, metaphorical sparks leapt between us. Almost immediately, Nuada and I let go. I stared at the spot where our hands had been only moments before, slightly dazed.

It was the screams that brought me back to reality, suddenly reminding me why I had been trying to get his hand off of my dress. "Crap!" I exclaimed before turning around quickly and heading for the door. Once again, my progress was impeded by the Prince.

"I can't let you go in there," he said quietly, wrapping one of his big hands around my upper arm.

"And how are you going to stop me?" I snapped. "I will fight you to the death if I have to."

Prince Nuada sighed. "Then I guess I have no choice."

"What-," I started, before my world went dark.