Hellboy ,Liz, John Mayer, Angel , Cordelia, Wesley, Gunn and Lorne are not mine but Shyanne Marie is. If you wish to use her in a story please ask me first.
Hellboy had started worrying the moment he had found out he was going to be a father. He had started worrying even more when they had found out that the baby was a girl. His worries had ceased, if only for a moment, the day she was born. Shyanne Marie was the name they had given her. The only way you could tell that she was his daughter, was if you saw her horns or tail.
Now almost 18 years later, he was waiting for her to get home. "She's always going out. She never calls. I think we should get her a tracker. I'm getting tired of her not listening to me," he said. "Remind you of someone?" said Liz. "Ha, ha. I'm just protective, all right? It doesn't feel like she's turning 18," he said. "I know. Since we moved to L.A. she's had more things to do. She told me yesterday that she'd found a demon karaoke bar. Apparently the owner is anagogic, whatever the hell that means," she said. "Why is it that she'll talk to you but not me?" he asked walking towards the door. "That's because we're both women. We have similar interests. She also feels like you too don't have anything in common anymore," she said. "We have plenty in common," he said. Liz gave hi9m a look that made him laugh.
As Hellboy moved to open the door, a girl with horns and a tail walked in. "Shyanne Marie! Where the hell have you been?!" he yelled. "No need to yell. I tried to call but SOMEONE was on the phone for three hours!" she yelled in towards her uncle John. "Dammit. I wish he would stop doing that. What kept you out so late?" he asked. "I was on my way home from Caritas, which is a karaoke bar. No i didn't drink. I saw this girl being attacked by a vampire, so I dusted him. She asked me to walk he over to a friend's place. We ended up at the Hyperion Hotel. Apparently she works there. I left her our number in case they ever need help," she said. "What was her name? Who does she work for?" Hellboy asked. "Cordelia Chase. Who she works for, I don't know," she replied. "Well looks like we're going back tommorrow," he said.