A/N: HAHA, I managed to get up another chapter. I'm on a roll. Anyway. Enjoy, review if you want. No Flames. I'm just in a plain old giddy mood XD.

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My words left my mouth before common sense could really kick in. But it was my minds way of putting me back in my comfort zone. But even that was slipping from me with an alarming speed. Numerous options ran through my mind at the same time. Try running again, call for help, or turn and hope for the best. The last one was quickly scratched out, the idea of it seeming like suicide because of the elf that stood before me. Sure I could change within the blink of an eye, but I was sure he could kill me in less time. Calling for help was starting to sound like the better of the three options. I could have let loose a howl. It didn't matter how loud the club music was, my friends would leave that over high of adrenaline in order to come to my aid. At least, that's what I hoped. I was painfully aware on how close the elf was to me, and soon felt even more so cornered than I really was. Doesn't help to be claustrophobic, does it? And even though I wanted to howl right then and there he was way to close for my comfort. Bluffs always seemed to work. The better the bluff the longer you live, was my motto. I was no chicken shit, I was far from it. But all bravado likes to abandon a person when they find themselves, for the lack of better words, in hairy situations. My lips peeled back from my teeth, and the most threatening growl I could muster came forth, my eyes turning into black and blue starbursts. I prayed the display would be enough to get them to back off just enough for me to run again. And much to my pleasure it worked, though not as well as I hoped. But and opening was an opening. I took my chances and bolted into a busy street, ignoring the angry blare of car horns in my ears. I was pretty sure I was hit a few times, but I didn't really care at the moment. A howl escaped my lips as I ran, causing quite a few people to stop and stare at me. But I gave them no time. My legs carried me as fast as they could and as far as they could before they decided they were going to stop working. No, I didn't learn from the first time. Running was one of my strong points. Why fight when you could bluff and run? I pulled myself into what I hoped was a deserted alley way, and prayed that my friends would find me before they did. I didn't like having to stay put, but I had to give my friends time to find me, which I hoped was sooner rather than later. It was only then did I realize that I was bleeding and that every inch of my body cried and throbbed in pain. My skin itched for the changed so it could soothe the pain I was feeling, but I denied it. I wasn't going to die; at least I hoped I wasn't.

"I'm getting rather tired of chasing you," came a voice, causing me to jump onto all fours. The motion caused me to get momentarily dizzy, my arms and legs swaying beneath me. I took a step back, only to hear him chuckle at me.

"Sorry, dead end." A chill wracked its was through my body at his words. Thoughts were a whirlwind in my mind, one louder than the other before it. I couldn't help but whimper.

"Rayne?" I heard Adam's voice call out, my heart leaping into my throat. I went to open my mouth and say something, but thought better of it. I knew, one wrong move I would be dead. But Adam's howl had a bark coming out of me, and I soon found myself on two legs. The steps he took forward had scared me that much. His eyes found mine once more and I found myself lost.

The ground shook beneath my feet and I risked a glance over my shoulder. Once again the big red thing had found itself at my back.

"It would seem she called reinforcements," the elf said, a sadistic smirk twisting his pretty face.

"More fun for me," the other said. I wanted to scream at Adam and the others not to come, but my voice had abandoned me.

"Rayne!" I heard him yell, the panic in his voice causing me to squeak.

"Adam…" I whispered, only to hear heavy footfalls coming towards us. The snarl that came from Adam's lips would have made anyone cringe, but not them.

"Get the hell away from her," he snarled, Keith and the others coming up at his back. I hadn't seen Keith move, but soon felt arms around my waist and moving me. Finding myself back with my friends, I let loose the breath I had been holding. I heard Alyssa take in a sharp intake if breath, her hands moving before I could stop her. She peeled away my shirt from my side and hissed.

"You're bleeding," she whispered loud enough for everyone to here.

"I'm fine," I snarled, slapping her hand away. I hated to be seen as a coward, but I hated it even more when they seemed to pick with every injury.

"Okay, which one of ya is first?" the red one asked. Adam started to move forward and I found my voice.

"It's not worth it. Don't get yourself killed over me," I said, pushing my way painfully through the crowd. I could see the gears clicking in his mind, but he stepped back behind me, allowing me to stand lead. Nerves calmed and steeled themselves, and common sense was taking over, my thoughts running smooth.

"Who the hell are you?" I questioned, my head tilting to the side a bit. I had to hold back the laugh at the somewhat hurt look on the red guy's face, but the elf didn't the sound ringing like bells in my ears.

"It would seem not everyone knows of you Hellboy," he said, calming down his laughter.

"No one asked you Nuada," the one I assumed to be Hellboy mumbled.

"Rayne…" Keith whispered in my ear, grabbing a hold of my wrist. I shook off his grip and listened. Sure I had been scared shitless, but curiosity was a powerful thing.

"What did you want with me?" I asked, only to jump about ten feet in the air when I heard voices behind me.

"It's not often that you find a lone werewolf roaming the streets," the fish-man answered, the woman walking in next to him.

"But it would seem my calculations were incorrect. Red, three wolves and four vampires. An odd group indeed."

"Nice going Abe." Now I didn't know about anyone else at the moment, but I knew my mind was going into informational overdrive. What the hell was that thing, a fucking dictionary?

"I don't really care about the vampires, we already have them on record. I want to know if she knows any information," Hellboy said, nodding his head toward me.

"Red… I can't sense anything else out of her. It's like she has a block on her mind."

"So we can do like I suggested before and take her with us."

I clenched my jaw, my eyes narrowing at him. Nuada seemed to have noticed this and took his time to speak.

"How about you request if the lady will come with us," he said, managing to snag my eyes again. And damn it all if he didn't have gorgeous eyes. Adam went to say something and I held my hand up, silencing him at once.

"A request I would not mind abiding to," I said, causing him to smile, a smile of my own reaching my lips. I could hear Hellboy huff and mumble something incoherent under his breath as he stalked forward to a truck that somehow managed to pull up behind us.

"Rayne, are you sure?" Keith asked, concern lacing his voice. I nodded, not sure of what was going to happen myself. With what I hoped was a reassuring glance I followed Nuada onto the truck and watched as the door closed when I sat down.

A silenced so thick and heavy that it caused my ears to ring, filled the area we were in. I sealed my eyes shut, trying hard to block out the searing white light that was in the room, as well as the eerie silence that was causing my head to pound. My canine side howled in my mind, demanding to be let free from its confides, tried of me denying its freedom. I wanted nothing more than to submit to it. No, if you know what's good for you you'll keep your head down and your mouth shut. For a moment I thought I was going to doze off, however, the sound of my cell phone blaring caused my eyes to snap open and for all of us to jump.

"What the hell?" I whispered harshly, trying to avoid the group's eyes.

"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!" Talon's voice screamed at me through the speaker.

"Not here not now, shut the fuck up and I will talk to you when I get home.
GET IT, GOT IT, GOOD!" I snapped, knowing the vampire would probably have my head when I got home. If I got home. I could feel their eyes on me, but tried my hardest to ignore it until I couldn't take it any more.

"What?"

"That was not something I was expecting," Nuada said, once again a smirk twisting to his lips. I did the only thing I could at the moment. I laughed. Laughed until I couldn't see straight and I had tears coming from my eyes. I took in gasps of air to calm myself, only succeeding a little bit. When I was calm enough I spoke, assuming my words were to get rid of their… fears of me being insane.

"Nor was I expecting to have some oversized ape scare the living shit out of me. But life is funny that way you know. I mean hell, I was just trying to have some fun. Who the hell am I kidding? All I wanted to do was get some well deserved sleep. But noooooooo, Keith and his jittery vampire ass wanted to go out and party. So what do I do, I get up, get dressed, have a little fun, knowing damn well that real life was going to bite me in the ass in the morning. So forgive me if what I said was a little unexpected."

"You know what, I think I'm gonna like this girl," Hellboy said, his voice shattering me out of my blood-lust daze. Snorting, I closed my eyes once again, my fingers drumming across my leg.

"How old are you if you don't mind me asking?" the woman asked, her name escaping me.

"Nineteen going on fifty five why?" I asked, sarcasm dripping from my words. She laughed at my words but said nothing more. Something told me that the silence was uncommon for the woman, but not a rare occurrence.

I could feel the truck come to a stop but did not dare stand when the others did. A pale hand was put before me, my eyes traveling up to Nuada's face. I put my hand in his, currents of energy running though my fingers. I was easily pulled to my feet and led out into a building. This, is a moment I do not want to end. The door to the truck slammed shut behind me, but my mind was elsewhere. I liked the feel of Nuada's skin against mine, and suddenly had the urge to sustain the want of more contact. Bad Rayne, bad. Dirty thoughts need to stay in the gutter… better yet, they need to stay in the sewer. I thought mentally slapping myself. I was led through several corridors before I was led into a medium sized room. At the head of the table, a balding man sat, his nose in papers, his voice low even to my ears.

"Alright baldy, we got us a werewolf here, what can you tell me about her?" Hellboy asked, pulling out a cigar. The guy mumbled something under his breath that I think was along the lines of ungrateful ape. Wasn't all that sure really.

"She's not in our files," he said, shifting through a few more papers.

"What do you mean she's not in our files?"

"Like I said, she's not in them. I have every werewolf pack on the East Coast listed here and her name isn't in any of them."

"Meaning?" I asked, stepping a bit closer to see. Still aware of Nuada's hand around mine.

"Meaning that you are off the leash without tags."

My hand left his when I took measured steps forward, every ounce of my temper at the surface. Papers scattered to the floor, my hand pressed firmly down on the glass table. My face was inches from his.

"Now you listen to me little man. I don't give a shit of who you think you are but let me tell you this. I'm no ones pet. I don't need a leash or tags any of the shit you seem to like to put on other packs. The next time you even think of insulting me I'll make sure you'll find yourself hanging upside down by that pathetic thing you call a dick. Do you understand?" I snarled, my claws sinking into the glass below my fingers. With one last flex of my hands, the table shattered, littering pieces of glass to the ground. I gave no one time to reply, spinning on my heel and walking out the room to God knows where.

I found myself surrounded by books in a matter of seconds. I sat heavily down in one of the cushioned chairs and made an attempt to relax.

"Fat chance at that," I mumbled, sighing and resting my head back against the chair. I could feel my temples throbbing, my own heart matching the beat. These were the days I wished I had some real good music and a punching bag to take out my frustrations. But the first six I had destroyed were enough to make me rethink my methods of chilling out.

"You know, it's not good to keep running off like that. One might think you have something to hide." I snorted, the sound very unladylike.

"Better for me to run than truly do something that I might regret later on. However, my threat to that oaf still stands. I will find a way to castrate the bastard. Even if I have to do it with a piece of paper."

"That doesn't sound pleasant."

"It's not meant to be. I would prefer if it were done with something duller. But nothing of that nature seems to pop to mind at the moment." his chuckle rang out in the empty room, the sound causing me to smile. I shifted slightly to see him better and winced.

"Ow," I said, quickly turning back around in order to figure out where the pain was coming from. I lifted my shirt to see a not so pretty gash on my side. No wonder Alyssa hissed at it.I thought, using my claws to pick out the little pieces of debris that had gotten into it. Stark white hands pushed mine out the way and took over what I was doing. A growl rumbled through my chest out of pure instinct at someone being so close to my wounds. Nuada simply arched an eyebrow at me and continued what he was doing. It was then I was able to take in his scent. Sandalwood, pine, and metal played across my nose in a flurry of delicious scents. I almost wanted to drool. What the hell is wrong with me? As soon as the last piece of glass was pulled out the wound healed instantly, leaving nothing but flawless skin and my tattoos.

"Thank you," I breathed, his face inches from mine. A smile came to his face and I knew I was doomed.