A/N: Well, I've had a request to make this story a romance. And you know what I think I will. I think it would work out in the long run. A friend of mine has already given me a few ideas on how this can go. Meaning I really would have to up the rating. Oh well. Whatever the readers and the muses want they shall get. XD.

Disclaimer: If I owned it, there would be a whole hell of a lot more kinks in it. Believe me. And the song does not belong to me but Evanescence.

The sound of someone clearing their throat cause us to jump apart with a speed that belied our looks.

"Nice to know you two are getting along," Hellboy said, walking lazily into the room. I bit the inside of my cheek to get rid of the blush that was forming. Oh for the love of God, what am I? Some fucking school girl? I need to get a hold of myself before this gets way out of hand. And that I will not allow to happen.

"So what's the verdict?" I asked, shifting my attentions over to Hellboy for a moment. He wasn't too bad. Loud and a bit childish, but not bad at all. He reminded me of several of my friends and there was nothing wrong with that.

"It looks like you will be spending some time here wolfy. Liz is trying to find a room for ya," he said, his voice sounding annoyed. This was a bit better than how I was feeling at the moment. I could feel the muscle above my eye twitching like it had a mind of its own. But I knew it was from my anger.

"You're kidding right? I have to stay? What about my job? My life, my stuff. You can't just take me away from all that. It's all I know. And what about my pack. Do you even care?" I asked, my voice gaining pitch with every word. He simply shrugged his shoulders and left, leaving me fuming. I sucked in a breath and blew it out my nose, hoping that the gesture will calm my nerves. No such luck though, my temper was still boiling, and I knew my nerves were shot to hell.

"Well this is just perfect. Perfect, what the hell am I supposed to do here?" I asked my voice cracking.

"Perhaps trying not being so loud." I turned to see Nuada looking at me, that famous eyebrow arched in a delicate curve. Snorting I left, not caring where my legs took me. I wanted to explore, wanted to know what else was in this place of I was going to be stuck there for a while.

I saw several medical rooms, their uses obvious. A few office spaces here and there, personal quarters dotted the hallways as well. I came across one room though that had the same scent of metal that Nuada did. My attention secured, I pushed the double doors open without much effort. The walls were concrete, as were the floors. Weapons that were probably older than me hung on the far wall. Every one of them glistening in the dim light. I pulled the doors close behind me, knowing I would hear if someone decided to come in. My boots and socks were slipped off at the door as I crossed the room barefoot. Claws danced over the metal of the blades, the high pitched noise that it gave off sending chills down my spine. Spears weren't my thing, plus they seemed almost forbidden to me. Instead, my hand wrapped around a hilt of a sword, the leather feeling right in my hands. When I picked it up out of its holder, the weight of it shocked me. Something that heavy would break bones if you didn't know what you were doing. I spun it around a little bit, liking the way it whistled through the air. It felt right to wield it. Like it should have been with me all this time. Keith would have a cow if he found out that I had a sword in my hand. I don't blame him really, the last time I had something sharp in my hands I nearly took off his head. By accident of course. Sure I hadn't practiced with a sword. Seen them dozens of times with my mother and her family. But, when I held that blade it felt like it slipped its knowledge into me. The faintest click of the door had me running to put everything back where I had found it and the cringe from the hinges had me clinging to the ceiling like spider-man, my boots in my mouth. I looked down to see white hair, my muscles trembling from being suspended for so long. He looked as though he were about to leave, but he took a step closer to the weapons wrack. He picked up the sword I had, eyes narrowed in a silent inspection. What the hell is he looking at? When I looked closer I saw. Though they were faint, my finger prints were where I held the blade when I made an effort to put it up silently and without a trace. So much for without a trace. I snorted, thinking that it was only done in my head until Nuada's head snapped up at me. His gaze causing me to swear and fall, hard floor hitting me in the ass far too quickly.

"Fuck a duck and screw a Jew," I swore, wincing when I made an attempt at standing. I didn't dare meet the gaze that I knew was on me, I already knew that I was caught. My pride was hurt more than anything above everything else. My butt would heal, my pride, not so much.

"Would it be of any consolation if I said I was sorry?" I asked, looking up at him sheepishly. He in turn rolled his eyes and held out a hand, helping me to my feet.

"What were you doing in here?" he asked, releasing my hand much to my displeasure. I shrugged, not knowing how I would explain why I was in the room in the first place.

"I was pissed, the blade helped," I said, shrugging my shoulders again. I watched as he twirled it around expertly, stopping the blade inches from my neck. I had to hand it to myself, I didn't flinch. But boy did I want to piss in my pants. And I a blur of movements I had the hilt of the sword point towards me. I looked at it, a question at the tip of my tongue.

"It's yours," he said, pressing the hilt in my hand and then leaving me. I couldn't help it, I watched him leave. I'm becoming as bad as Keith. I thought, rolling my eyes heavenward. A smile found its way to my lips as I picked the sheath from off its holder, and walked out, making sure I closed the doors behind me. I made my way further down the hall at a steady pace, sheathing the sword so as not to impale anyone by accident.

"Hey Rayne!" a voice called out to me. I turned to see Liz run up behind me, a small smile on her face. I returned hers with one of my own, my mood lifting a bit.

"What's up?"

"Found you a room. It's further down this hall. I'm sure you're tired." I smiled and nodded, following her down the hall into what I assumed was my room for the time being. It wasn't bad looking. Red walls, big bed, personal bathroom. I had the slightest inkling that the room was bigger than my apartment. I dropped my shoes behind the door my nosey-ness getting the better of me. Dark bamboo flooring felt cool under my bare feet, its smell filling my nose. I placed the sword on top of the bookshelf that was in there.

"I take it it's to your liking?" I smiled and dove into the bed, pillows flying up everywhere. I rolled over onto my back and sucked in a breath.

"Yep, it's perfect. Thanks." She smiled widely at me and left, closing the door behind her. As soon as she left a scowl found its way to my face, a growl emitting from my lips. I wanted to go home, and not whenever they thought they would be finished with me. Ha, yea fucking right. My furry ass would be home by then; I was going to make sure of that. I laid there for a while; the only sound in the room was my steady breathing.

"It's too silent," I said aloud, looking for some sort of stereo system. When I found it I hopped to my feet, digging through my pockets. My hand closed around my Ipod and the auxiliary cord that I had with it.

"Now where…ah ha!" I hit the power button and plugged in my Ipod, setting the volume on high. The music started to play and I swayed my hips, the words from the song coming from my mouth, echoing in the room.

When they all come crashing down - mid-flight

You know you're not the only one

When they're so alone

They find a back door out of life

You know you're not the only one

We're all grieving

Lost and bleeding

All our lives

We've been waiting

For someone to call our leader

All your lies

I'm not believing

Heaven shine a light down on me

I sucked in a breath, letting all my frustrations out into my words, not caring who heard.

So afraid to open your eyes - hypnotized

You know you're not the only one

Never understood this life

And you're right I don't deserve

But you know I'm not the only one

We're all grieving

Lost and bleeding

All our lives

We've been waiting

For someone to call our leader

All your lies

I'm not believing

Heaven shine a light down on me

My fist came in contact with one of the night stands, the wood groaning from the strain. Still the words spilled from my mouth, the wolf inside me howling in harmony.

Don't look down

Don't look into the eyes

Of the world beneath you

Don't look down, you'll fall down,

You'll become their sacrifice

Right or wrong

Can't hold onto the fear

That I'm lost without you

If I can't feel, I'm not mine,

I'm not real

All our lives

We've been waiting

For someone to call our leader

All your lies

I'm not believing

Heaven shine a light down on me

I took in another breath, my nerves considerably calmer than they were before. I couldn't help it. It was the wolf in me that wanted to sing. Normally it would be me and a few other females in my pack that would sing. And it was then that I realized that I was alone. I had no pack to comfort me the way I was used to it. No one to pick on or fuss with, no one to rant to. I instantly lost my desire to sing and shut off the music, the instant silence causing my ears to ring. Without a second thought I turned and buried myself under the covers of the bed, my head resting on my paws. My ears laid flat back against my head, my tail tucking itself under one of my hind legs. The covers ruffed my fur up a bit, but not so much to where it would bother me. My eyes closed on their own and I soon found myself drifting off to sleep.

I woke with a start, my eyes snapping open, only to be snapped closed because of the blinding light in the room. With a little bit more caution, I slowly opened my eyes, the light not as harsh as before. I stood and stretched my back arching until it popped. I trotted over to the door and hit it with one of my paws, the door clicking open. My head stuck out, looking down both ends of the hallway and saw nothing. I came all the way out, somehow managing to get the door closed behind me. I trotted down the hall, the sound of my claws clicking on the floor music to my ears. My tail was wagging as I went, my mouth open and tongue hanging out a bit, my ears relaxed. When I walked past a few glass windows I stopped, looking at my reflection. Black eyes stared back at me, and small silver hoops were in my ears, that twitched every so often. I made a face and snorted, continuing my way through the building.

Voices drifted to my ears after while, my ears swiveling forward. A feeling of calm came over me as I followed the voices back to the library. I found Abe and a female version of Nuada speaking with each other. Poetry? My head tilted to the side, my ears perked forward as I listened. Her voice sounded like a song to my canine ears and I had to bow my head in respect. Without so much of a word I turned and left, my stomach growling at me.

I found the kitchen in a matter of moments, but I was kicked out every time. You would think they would know a werewolf when they see one. I thought, hiding around the corner to wait for the next person to come out. And without missing a beat someone came out, the gap in the door just big enough for me to slip through before it slammed shut. My paws slid across the floors in order to gain some traction, and when I finally did I shot forward, sliding into the kitchen. My body flattened to the ground as I crawled across, making sure I wasn't going to be seen. Someone had left a sandwich on the counter and my stomach growled. Determined, I kept low, not caring on how ridiculous it looked for a wolf to be crawling on her belly. Still I saw no one. I had made it where the sandwich was and looked around. All in the clear. I put my paws on the counter and licked my lips, my stomach thundering in my ears.

"Hey!" Some guy shouted, causing me to snatch the sandwich and run, the door flying open as I loped out into the hall. Score! I looked back over my shoulder, and saw nothing until… I was met with something solid and toppled over, my prize lost. There was something over my nose, and it caused me to sneeze, only for it to land back where it was. Peaking I saw that it was white hair that was over my nose, the color contrasting as much as the snow did with my black coat. Oh shit. The same scent of sandalwood, pine, and metal reached my nose, and I knew who it was. But I sure as hell didn't want to believe it quite yet. I scooted back onto my butt, my eyes wide as Nuada turned over and looked at me, his normally perfectly groomed self disheveled. The expression of 'What the hell?' on his face. My tail started to wag, my head tilting to the side, the most innocent pose I could think of. His chuckle had my tongue hanging out for a little more effect. He stood with such a grace that I found myself staring. He brushed himself off and patted my head, leaving me. But not before I heard his voice ring in my ears.

"Better luck next time Rayne."

I sat there dumbstruck. Had he truly known that it was me? No shit Sherlock, you are the only werewolf in this place. I don't know why, but I found myself following him. Even an idiot knew that he knew that I was following him. Whether it was my paws padding along the floor, my panting, or just the hell of my presence, he knew. And yet he didn't act like it bothered him. And that was what had me a bit disturbed. Not many took likely to having a werewolf tailing them. But he just shrugged it off. I lost him when he took a left down a hall, seemingly to disappear. My mouth snapped shut as I sniffed the air for some sort of clue, but found none. What the hell? Both my canine side and I were confused. I only knew of vampires being able to vanish like that, but he just had. My lips curled back from my teeth in a silent snarl before I turned and trotted back to my room. He was going to test my patience, I could tell. And I could tell he was going to make it hell for me to deal with.

When I made it to my room a sigh escaped my lips as I shifted back to my human form. The little bit of pain that accompanied it only brief in its presence. Cold air caressed my body as I stood in the middle of my room, my eyes wandering. Where there clothes waiting for me in the drawers, the closet perhaps? These were the thoughts that were running through my mind as I crossed the room. Honestly, if it were up to me, I would have walked around butter ball naked all damn day. But knowing the humans around here, that notation would not be acceptable. Much to my delight the closet actually did have clothes in it. I pulled out a pair of sweats and put them on, shielding my body from the elements. At least, for the moment.

"Now maybe this time I can get some actual food," I mumbled, making my way back out the room.