Chapter 2! Yahhh... well here you go!

-Snow Maiden25

"SO you are trying to tell me that I am an Elf Maiden who has been alive for a thousand years and you are an Elf Prince and I am your lover?" The words were full of disbelief and a hint of sarcasm.

"Yes, you are Sabariel of Bethamora." Responded Nuada, her heard the sarcasm in her voice and a tingle of rage and annoyance ran through him. Christelle nodded her ehad slowly and then pushed away from the wall with a nervous chuckle.

"Right." Was her only answer, Nuada was furious, how could she not remember him? Didn't she remember playing in the gardens as children? Picking Ruby Berries with him, standing close to her and then kissing those pink lips…

"Listen dear Lady," A man in a fabric suit and a glass top with smoke stepped out of the dark, Christelle screamed and turned to run. Nuada's hand shot out and grabbed her, pulling her close.

"Let go of me you sick freak!" She screamed and struggled with all her might, but Nuada wasn't ready to let go of his lover. A smile came to Nuada's lips it was Sabariel, she had the same kick and feisty temper when pushed into a corner.

"We don't mean to frighten you, but perhaps we have been addressing this in the wrong way." The German Accent rang through the night. The suit walked towards the Elf and Woman.

"You gave your soul for the prince so he would be brought back to life, but in doing so you became human."

Christelle gave him an empty look.

"Johann stop, you are confusing her..." A woman in black walked forward, her hair was cut slightly shorter on one side and she had a smirk, around her neck was a cross. She walked over to Christelle and handed her a card with Golden letter on it; B.P.R.D.

"B.P.R.D?" Asked Christelle looking at the woman with a blank look, she flipped the card over and saw an address… New Jersey.

"The Bureau of Paranormal Research and Defense... There are things that go bump in the night, Ms. Bourque… and we are the ones who "bump" back." Said the woman with a knowing smile, the Red demon also smiled at the old phrase, it brought back memories of his father…

"Look us up, Ms. Bourque after everything has soaked in." Said the woman and walked over to the demon. "Come on, HB, Johann, lets give them a minute.."

"Hey! Liz! What do you say we stop to get some Ice Cream on the way back?" Called out Hellboy, Liz let out a snort. "Yes, because we need to be more exposed after the incident in Manhattan with that Elemental."

"Agent Hellboy! I forbid you to stop for Ice Cream!"

"Ya? Why do you care? Its not like you remember what it tastes like!" Came the sarcastic response.

The next sound was a cry of pain as the spirit exited a body and picking up a rock hit Hellboy in the back.

"Don't you feel empty?" The Elf whispered in her ear as he stood behind her, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear and standing far too close. He smelled her hair and sighed, Lilacs, Nuada found the scent so tantalizing.

"Humans were created with a hole in their hearts, nothing can fill it, so a new emotion was born: Greed." Nuada turned her to look at him, putting one hand on the side of her face and continued, "It is why they have shopping malls, brothels, expensive stores… to try fill that hole, and Greed only makes that hole bigger, humans will never fill it, they will never have enough! And you, you my dear one are not human, you are an Elven maiden of Bethamora…"

Christelle soaked in the words, they were so true… it was why Americans were in so much trouble, why they weighed 300lbs or they were millions of dollars in debt… perhaps, for the first time in her life of control and rules, maybe she should take a chance…

"I can fill that hole in your heart." Nuada leaned in for a kiss, wanting to claim her lips again, but she turned her head, blushing. She looked down at the card and thought for a second.

"If I am an elf--" She began looking up and found an empty street.

"The Bells is an odd piece of poetry."

Abe turned to look at Nuala as he swam in his tank. She walked over to the tank with her gentle smile and put down a book entitled "The complete works of Edgar Allen Poe."

"It is all about repetition and conveying emotions at one's experiences hearing the sounds of different bells." Said Abe blinking and moving his hand to the glass and Nuala did the same.

"I still prefer Emily Dickerson." She commented, holding up a pink book with her secretive smile.

"Yes, her works are very enlightening"

The doors flew open and Nuada stormed in, his hair falling around his face and his eyes shadowed, though Nuala could see his golden eyes as he drew closer, she felt a flood of emotions; joy, exaltation , anxiety, fear and suspicion.

"We found her!" Came a voice filled with joy mixed with pain he said as he sat down in a chair and saw Abe swimming in the tank. "The fish is in his tank where he belongs." He said with an almost cruel tone.

"Brother!" cried out Nuala and Nuada felt himself cringe. He stood up. "I am taking a bath and going to bed." He growled out and walked from the office.

"He will like you… he is just… on edge because of Sabariel."

"I understand." Said Abe with a nod… "Now, would you mind opening that Emily Dickerson book to page 356 and placing it on the podium?" Nuala smiled and reached for the pink book.

The shower, since there was no bath… ran over Nuada's body, placing one hand on the wall he let out a sigh and washed his body off, then looked down, seeing himself, his member… he shook his head, It looked better buried inside Sabariel's beautiful milk white body.

Sabariel… his beautiful flower…

He sighed as the water ran over his body, remembering how he came to be in this situation.

When he saw Sabariel disappear in a flash of light he had cried hard, then standing he had walked towards the Red Demon and screamed at him to bring her back.

An argument begin, ending with Nuada having tears running down his face again.

"Prince Nuada, I am sure we can come to an agreement… perhaps if we help you find this woman, in return you assist us on the next two cases we have." Said Johann. Nuada had been desperate, anything, he would have even handed over his lance to have her back, he would have cut his hair off… anything.

"Very well! I will help you, but I want her safe…" He said shaking. Nuala had held her shaking brother close. "We will find your soul mate, don't worry brother…"

"I just don't understand why we have to use the Limo when we go out now!" Cried out Hellboy.

Liz walked over to him as he sat on the bed. "Well, HB… people recognize the Garbage truck now and it sticks out in the middle of the day in Corporate America."

"Its just not our style!" He said. "Stupid Manning, I bet he is doing this to just make me angry!" He growled out, tossing his empty beer can in a trash can.

"Its only temporary, now that we know where she lives and works, we don't need to use the Limo… well, you don't, I wouldn't mind a ride around the city with some champagne--"

"You can't have champagne, now that you are pregnant."

"Ya! But I can have glass of sparkling cider." She said with her slightly high pitched voice that she used when she was annoyed.

"Sure, you are going to have a Glass…"

Seconds later HB went through the door covered in flames.

Christelle walked into her work the next day, looking a little tired…

"Ms. Bourque! I put your schedule on your desk for today, you have the photo shoot at 3 and also, someone brought by a few things for you, they are on your desk as well." Diana said with a smile, holding her iphone and a call came in. "One second.." Pushing the earpiece she walked away and begin to answer the call.

Christelle walked into the office and froze, seeing three blue flowers, the most beautiful she had ever seen before. She picked up one and smelled it and let out a sigh, then she gasped, sitting down. A memory jerked through her mind… a young girl with white skin and marks on her face like the man from last night, holding up blue flowers and laughing. Then she saw the man from last night, holding up a blue flower to her and smiled at her.

She shook a little and pulled out the card… perhaps it wouldn't hurt to do a little research… no! What was she thinking?

It was all in her head…

"No… no.. its all wrong, stop the photos!" Christelle cried out and paced a little bit around the studio. "Something is missing… something…" She looked at the girl wearing the white coat with the puffy collar, her hair in an elaborate hairdo.

Blue goes well with white… came an inner voice.

"That's it! Diana! Run up to my office and bring me down one of those blue flowers! Now!" Diana turned and scurried out of the studio, minutes later she came back with a jeweled blue flower.

"Diana, I said a flower, this is… a… sapphire flower." Said Christelle holding the flower.

"But Ms. Bourque, that's how they all were!" cried out her faithful assistant.

Christelle didn't want to make a scene so she walked over to the model and placed the flower in the girl's hair. "PERFECT!" She cried out. "Now, do the photos…"

As the photo shoot ended, the editor of Vogue walked up to her. "Where did you get that beautiful Sapphire flower?"

"I just got it from a former lover…" She said, well it was slightly…

"I was thinking, with your permission, we could produce those for the spring issue and sell them each at 7,000." He said with a smile.

"No… it is special, I wouldn't want it to be sold all over." She admitted, holding the flower close to her and smiled a little.

The Editor nodded and walked towards the door.

She looked down at the flower and then saw words had been engraved into one petal:

"Take care of your heart..."

Why did those words sound so familiar?