(A/N) Hey everyone, sorry this has taken so long, I've been helping to take care of two baby puppies that were really close to dieing... it's been so sad.... Okay, for those that tried to guess who the Shadow was at the end of last chapter, those were all great guesses! So you're gonna have to waite and see who was right and who's wrong. I hope you enjoy this chapter!!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hellboy... the only ones I do own are Memory, Siren, and Voltaire.

Enjoy!
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Memory sat quietly, a book resting on her knees as she kept Abe in her peripheral vision.

"You tell him yet?" Siren whispered right in her ear.

Memory jumped off of the couch, clutching her heart, and rounded on Siren.

"You scared the crap outta me!" She hissed, glaring daggers at the water teen.

Abe lifted his head to look at the two friends. Both turned to him; Memory laughing nervously and Siren just grinning at Memory.

"We'll just... go to Siren's room for a moment." Memory said, grabbing Siren's arm and dragging her out and down the hallway.

Siren crawled onto her bed, up to the head bored and then turned back and sat Indian style as she looked at Memory with a smile on her face.

"So... did you tell him?" She asked excitedly, bouncing up and down on the bed slightly.

Memory glared at her.

"Tell who what?" She asked, slight confusion showing through her glaring visage.

Siren sighed dramatically before grinning evilly at Memory and sitting up on her knees, jumping on the bed like a little child.

"Come on, Mem, I know you have a thing for Fish Man, just tell him!" Siren persisted.

Memory stared at her in shock before turning away, a crimson blush creeping along her cheeks as she looked for something else to stare at.

"It's not that simple, Sigh...." Memory whispered, her eyes clouding over as thoughts ran through her mind.

Her eyes softening, Siren crawled over to the edge of the bed and, sitting up on her knees, took Memory's hand in hers, pulling her to sit down. When she did, Siren put her arms over her shoulders and laid her head against her friend's.

"Of course it's that simple, Mem! You like him, he likes you, all that's missing is the song and the K-I-S-S-I-N-G part." Siren giggled.

The dark haired teen couldn't help it, she giggled along with her, shaking her head in fake exasperation. Siren unwound herself from Memory and lied down next to her on her stomach while Memory fell back to lie on her back.

"It's not that, Sigh... he's in love with someone else.... Yeah that someone else may be dead, but I can bring her back and... it'd be selfish not to do that if I really do care for him." Memory sighed, staring at the ceiling.

Siren stared at her, her eyes sad and her thoughts reeling.

"Memory... you can't think like that.... You don't have to bring her back... you could, I dunno... take him for yourself?" Siren tried to joke.

Memory shook her head, sitting up she looked at Siren with a smile lighting her face, the only thing to break the seemingly cherry demeanor were the tears falling silently down her cheeks.

"No... it's okay. I won't tell him how I feel and... by the time we leave, I'll give him what his heart desires most, whether he asks for it or not. That's my job, sweetie... to give, not receive." Memory whispered.

Before Siren could say anything, Memory stood and left the room.

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Voltaire stood outside the BPRD building, his hands clasped behind his back as if he was waiting on something to happen or someone to meet him.

'It's almost time, silver haired one, it's almost time... get the girl and we can begin.' A voice that seemed to originate from Voltaire's pocket hissed.

Pulling a small compact out of his jacket pocket, he opened it to see a shadow billowing about behind the glass.

"Yes, master, everything will go according to plan." Voltaire said softly, glancing up at the large building.

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Siren sat looking at a book of Mythologies when one myth caught her eye.

"Hey, Mem, look at this." Siren called out softly.

Memory walked over to her quickly, bounding down the small steps from the bookcases and jumped onto the couch beside her.

"What's up?" Memory asked softly, looking over her shoulder.

Maneuvering the book, Memory saw a picture of a hand drawn mirror with what seemed to be a dark smudge on it.

"Listen to what it says: In most myths a mirror holds special powers; it can grant knowledge or even see into the past, present, or future. But that is not what mirrors truly do... they are doorways. A mirror can let a shadow of a deceased person who has enough power cross over to look through any mirror it chooses. Any type of reflection will do; a flat surface of water, glass, or any other shiny surface. Be warned though, if a shadow should gain access outside of a mirror by controlling a poor soul, it will not rest until its revenge is complete." Siren read before looking at Memory with a confused look.

Memory looked up at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Okay... what's that mean exactly?" She asked skeptically.

Siren shook her head before looking down and turning a few more pages before stopping on another and beginning to read again: "If you should so happen to be touched by a Mirror Shadow, you may not be touched by another power so long as you are under its control."

Memory looked at her, her brows drawn before she turned to the doors to the library.

"Let me go get Abe and the others." Memory said softly, getting up and beginning to walk away.

"Mem, wait," Siren stopped her.

Halting, the Desiree looked back at the Water Teen with worry written in her eyes.

"Sit down and think about this... yeah it's a book of myths but... how do you know it's true? It could be... fake? I'll go find them and see what they say, you stay here and see if there's anything else." Siren offered.

Nodding, Memory went back to the couch and sat down, staring at the tank.

Shaking her head, Siren stood and made her way out the door. Memory stared at the tank's glass thinking over the information Siren had just read to her.

"Come on, what's to say a Mirror Shadow is even real?" Memory scoffed to herself, rolling her eyes at her idiocy and reclining back against the arm of the couch.

'Perhaps not as idiotic as it seems...' A voice whispered through the room.

Memory sat straight up with a shiver crawling down her spine. Looking around the room, she eyed the dark corners and every nook and cranny in the room until a shadow rolled across her peripheral vision in the tank.

Memory suddenly stood, looking at the reflection in the tank, her heart racing as she stared at the images reflecting back at her. As soon as her eyes relaxed the shadow returned lingering enough for Memory's heart to begin to feel as if it were beating out of her chest.

She didn't even notice when her feet began to take her out of the room, her arms pumping, looking over her shoulder every now and then as if the shadow could jump out and follow her... of course she wasn't sure if it could or not....

As those thoughts ran through her mind, she didn't actually stop until she ran into a tall soft, solid form.

Falling onto her ass, Memory chanced a glance up to see Voltaire holding onto the wall for support. Apprehension began to fill her eyes as she tried to stand up yet get away at the same time.

"Are you alright?" He asked kindly, smiling at her.

Muttering an incoherent response, she stood and, looking behind her, began to walk briskly away, but he stopped her.

"Where are you going so quickly, Memory?" He asked, smiling at her.

Looking up at him, she tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but he pulled her close and pressed her against the wall, his mouth right by her ear.

"I desire your trust." He hissed.

Memory's eyes flew open wide as a gasp rang out in the halls. Voltaire backed away from her and smirked as a white and silver orb protruded from her chest, her hands flew up to catch it as her head lolled back and her eyes rolled back into her head. Thrusting it towards him, Memory collapsed on the floor completely unconscious as the orb was absorbed into his body.

Smirking evilly, Voltaire bent down and picked Memory up in his arms.

"Soon, dear Desiree, very soon." He whispered.

Slowly with Memory cradled in his arms, he walked with her back to the library and sat her down softly on the couch. As he stood up to smirk down at her, he noticed the book Siren had just read to her, and just as he bent down to grab it, he heard footsteps and voices coming from the hall.

Leaving the book, he backed up to the tank, his eyes on the door.

"Master, please get me out." He whispered softly.

The shadow seemed to reach out of the glass and wrap its arms around him and draw him into the glass.

"Until next time, Memory Black." Were his last words that lingered in her unconscious mind.

Siren, Hellboy, Johann, Abe, and Liz walked into the room and, seeing Memory asleep on the couch, Siren smiled softly.

"Guess she was kinda tired.... Anyway, the book should be over here." Siren said, walking to the couch and pulling the book out from under her friend.

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Voltaire sat on the sink counter in his hotel as he grinned around the room.

"Thank you, master, as always... I do believe we've almost got everything we need." He said, hopping off of the counter and turning to look at the mirror.

"Good, my minion... very good...." The shadow hissed, its silhouette quivering as it chuckled evilly.

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"You mean that ass came into our home and was roaming our halls?" Hellboy demanded.

Memory's eyes began to flutter open as she saw Hellboy, Liz, and Siren round on Manning who was backing up in alarm.

"That little turd isn't allowed in here, fuck-tard!" Siren shouted.

Sitting up, Memory rubbed her eyes and looked around at Hellboy and Siren's angry forms, Liz's calm yet angry form standing behind them letting them blow off steam, and Johann and Abe's serene forms watching the action unfold.

"Who are you talking about?" Memory yawned, stretching on the couch.

Everyone turned to look at her as she glanced around, an innocent smile on her face.

"Not to freak you out or anything, Mem... but Voltaire was here." Siren hissed, glaring darkly at Manning as she began to advance towards him.

"Why would I be freaked, Sigh?" Memory asked, causing everyone to stop and look at her in shock.

Worry was etched deep in Siren's features as she turned away from Manning, completely forgetting him, and began to walk slowly to her.

"Mem... you were saying how you couldn't feel anything from him... how that worried you... are you okay?" Her friend asked, squatting down on the ground in front of her to look in her eyes.

Memory smiled brightly. "Of course! Hey, Voltaire's a cool guy, just give him a chance." Giggling slightly, Memory stood and walked to the library door saying she had to go to the bathroom.

As she left, Siren stood.

"Well, that settles it." Manning said, quickly leaving the room.

Johann, Liz, Hellboy, Abe, and Siren looked at each other.

"Something's not right." The Water Teen said, her brows drawn.

"The kid would never say that." Hellboy agreed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"There's no way she'd be okay with that ass." Liz added, putting her hands on her hips.

"Zere has to be somezing vrong vith her." Johann agreed softly, placing a metal hand against where his chin should have been.

"Siren... can Memory's powers convert a change in her like this?" Abe asked suddenly, glancing at Siren as his thoughts raced.

"Only if someone had that desire." Siren nodded.

Then it clicked.

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(A/N) Oh my! Voltaire got to Memory! But... why did he desire her trust? It would be so easy for HB and the gang to figure out what the big change in her mood toward him was about.... Hm... such troublesome questions.... But, it looks like those of you who guess on the Shadow can find out next chapter, so for all you who still wanna guess please feel free to send me a review... and please review on the story!