A/N: Hi. It's been a long time, hasn't it? I'm not quite ready to give up on this story because there are so many people who like what I do. I'm in a much better mood now, so away we go with the next update.
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Brynn held Nuada in her arms and let her tears fall on his cold face. She felt Legionnaire beyond the barrier of her wings and felt her blood boil. Her wings lengthened, grew fuller and the stain of blood on them grew deeper, richer in color. Brynn felt a new energy course through her, warming her and bringing light to the darkness within.
"Legionnaire," she hissed, her eyes glowing with a blue light as she opened her wings. "I will never forgive you and I will never stop hunting you until you are dead!"
Legionnaire stared at her with his dark eyes and smirked. Brynn grew irritated with that smirk and screamed a piercing scream that had killed before and flapped her wings with an intensity that she had never had before that moment. Legionnaire touched his ear where it bled when he was sent flying against the fence that surrounded the Bureau complex. Brynn threw her hand out and lightning shot from her hand, but Legionnaire was already gone.
Brynn wrapped her wings around herself and the stone body of her fated mate, her eyes still softly glowing as the tears fell on his face. "Nuada…I'll bring you back…I will…"
Suddenly, Brynn became aware of the sound of running feet and dogs barking. She held her fated mate lovingly in her arms, her fingers tracing over the stone features of his face. His eyes were closed, so it appeared he was just sleeping, but Brynn knew better. She could feel the cold emptiness in her head where his thoughts used to entrance her. The feeling of a breaking heart with a hole so huge that Brynn was sure she would bleed out.
And if Nuada is…that means Nuala is too, Brynn realized with a heavy heart. Oh God! Why are You punishing me? Why are You punishing the people I love, who haven't done anything wrong?
Thunder rumbled overhead and rain started falling on the earth like a thousand angel tears. Brynn shivered from a cold that was both internal and external. The only man she had ever loved lay dead in her arms and she was at a loss of what to do.
All you have to do is ask Child…
Brynn recognized the voice of the Old Angel of Death, but was unsure if she could trust her. After all, she had brought back Brynn and Noemi with extra demons and evils. Brynn did not want to see what would happen if she tried to bring back Nuada.
"Mama Bird," Hellboy said from behind her wings. "You have to let him go."
"No HB…" Brynn whispered, allowing her wings to open just enough for her to see him. "I…I promised him…I-I can't let him go."
Hellboy's yellow eyes softened and he crouched down in front of her. "I know that Mama Bird, but I swear to you that I'll find a way to make him, you know, more lively again."
Brynn's eyes peered into his, looking for any sign of betrayal. "You didn't want him around me five months ago…Why the change in attitude?"
"There hasn't been a change in my attitude towards him," Hellboy told her. "And I really need him to be alive again, so I can kick his ass for upsetting my friends." He reached out a big red hand and wiped away her tears with his thumb. "Everything will be all right Mama Bird. If he came back once, there's no stopping him from coming back again…"
The young angel pulled her wings back, tucking them close to her body. "Be careful with him," she whispered as men in black suits approached with a stretcher.
Brynn let go of Nuada and watched several men carefully maneuver his stone body onto the stretcher. Hellboy straightened and offered her a hand up. She took it, feeling like everything was so much slower, so much harder to do, and allowed him to pull her to her feet. Hellboy wrapped an arm around her shoulders and ushered her back towards the building she had been trying to escape from.
"We'll figure something out," Hellboy promised as the doors closed behind them.
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Brynn sat in a room with a white cat rubbing its head against her knee in a silent plea to be petted. The room consisted of four glass walls, two of which she had broken at several points in her life and one still had a crack in it from the last time she had thrown something against it. People were stationed at the door, one on the inside and one outside, watching for any sign of trouble. Brynn hadn't been forced into this room against her will, but had asked to be placed in it so she could think.
"Nuada," she breathed, closing her eyes and resting her head back against one of the walls. "You haven't been gone for more than an hour and already it feels like an eternity…Why…Why did you provoke Legionnaire? You are…were…unable to touch him, even with your claim to have fought with an angel before…Did you forget how you could not touch my father?" She sighed and opened her eyes a little to let the tears fall rather than fight against them. "You are not supposed to meddle in the affairs of angels…I'm not even supposed to meddle in the affairs of angels…"
All you have to do is ask…
Brynn frowned and closed her eyes once more. "I'm not going to ask…For such a proud, beautiful warrior to be infected with evil is something that I don't want to be responsible for, Old One…"
The little angel shivered in the cold of the room and quickly her eyes snapped open in search of Legionnaire. He was not there.
Oh Nuada…It feels as if I am losing my mind without you…Brynn thought, relaxing one more.
Four months earlier…
Brynn came down to Earth after her wings started to ache. She landed rather shakily and she giggled a bit, high on life and adrenaline. Nuada looked at her with love and subtle reverence. The little angel Halfling smiled at him and brushed back a strand of her dark hair that had fallen in her face.
"Nuada…that was the most fun and scariest thing I have done in my life…" she said, folding her wings tightly against her body.
Nuada smirked and reached out, touching her wings with the tips of his fingers. Brynn shivered in pleasure and her eyes closed slightly.
"Little angel, I would have been there to catch you if you fell…" he whispered, having read her thoughts. "I will not let anything happen to you that could bring you harm."
Brynn drew herself closer to him and found her body pressed flush against his when he moved as well. "Nuada…please…"
His lips pressed against hers and he felt her readily respond to him. His tongue slid along the crease of her lips, asking for entrance. Brynn opened her mouth slightly and let her mouth be explored as Nuada's tongue danced with hers…
The sun was warm on her back as she straddled Nuada's body with her own. Her mind was blissfully full of his thoughts mixing with hers about what they wanted at that moment. Brynn slid the tattered, blood stained dress off of her body leaving her body completely bare. She closed her eyes with a smile as Nuada's hands slid down her neck to the swell of her breasts, teasing her with gentle caresses. He rolled them over so that she was on the ground, her wings spread and pressed flat beneath her, underneath of him.
Her fingers struggled with the knot of his sash in her haste to free him of his clothing. All she could see was him and she wanted all of him once more but Nuada delayed the process by catching her hands in one of his and holding them above her head. She squirmed underneath him and stared up at him for a moment. He smirked and lowered his face to her right breast, gently sucking and biting her, earning quiet little moans and quickened breaths from her lips. The fingers of his free hand rolled the nipple of her other breast until she was filled with a warm sensation and the smell of her 'juices' filled their lungs.
"Nuada…please…" she whimpered when he lifted his head from her sensitive breasts. "Please…"
Nuada sat back on his heels and undid his sash slowly, watching the slightest changes in his fated mate's expression. Tossing the sash aside and ridding himself of his pants, Nuada bent down to kiss her once more, his hardened member rubbing against her body so that a slight groan escaped his lips. Brynn's body shivered in anticipation of the joining of their bodies, though she had only experienced it once before…
"Brynn," someone said, breaking her free of memory lane.
The little angel opened her eyes and saw that Myers was standing there. A brief flash of annoyance hit her as she climbed to her feet, cradling the white cat in her arms. Her wings rustled and opened slightly, but Myers didn't seem bothered by it.
"What do you want?" she asked wearily, scratching the cat behind its ears so that it purred loudly. "And don't say another kiss…"
Myers held up a Styrofoam cup. "I thought you'd like to have a cup of coffee."
"Why?"
"Well, you've been up for two days straight, so it's either this or I find you a bed to sleep in," Myers said, offering the cup to her.
Brynn turned her back on him. "I don't drink coffee anymore."
"Since when have you passed on a cup of coffee?"
"Since now, John…I can't eat or even think about eating…"
"You can't keep fasting, Brynn. No one wants you to pass out from lack of food and water."
Brynn ignored him and started pacing the room, absently petting the cat. She could still hear the Old One talking to her, telling her all she had to do was ask for the prince to be returned to her. The little angel of death almost wanted to see what would happen if she did ask.
"Brynn, you need to go see Noemi."
"Noemi?" Brynn's eyes flashed and she looked over at him. "You mean the fallen angel-elf Halfling that I gave birth too?"
Myers looked surprised. "How do you know that she is a fallen angel?"
"I've read the files with N…." she trailed off, finding it hard for her to say his name in the presence of a man who had hated her fated mate. She shook her head in an attempt to clear it. "I read the files and I know everything…You can't lie behind the 'stain of evil' excuse anymore. I'm not completely dumb anymore."
The Bureau agent nodded. "I know Brynn…We should have been honest with you from the start, but you seemed so happy to have her back that we didn't want to make you upset again."
"It was worse finding it out on my own." Brynn pointed a finger at him. "A creature like her killed her father and there is nothing any of us can do to bring him back." Her eyes narrowed. "There isn't a way to bring Nuala back to the world either…" That I'm willing to risk everything for…
Myers shifted uncomfortably. "Noemi hasn't left Nuala's side since she collapsed and keeps crying for you to come and wake her up."
Brynn's heart cracked a little and she marched over to the door, passing the guards. Her footsteps were light but fast, her feet barely touching the ground before the other moved through air. The cat in her arms meowed and she quickly passed it over to Myers as he tried to keep up with her. Brynn had no real idea where Noemi was, or even where the Bureau had hidden away the bodies of the fallen prince and princess, but she followed her heart as a concerned mother would for her children.
"Mommy!" Noemi's voice cried from a room somewhere ahead of her. "Mommy! Mommy, wake Aunty up! Mommy!"
Brynn felt the slightly overwhelming feeling of death and despair in the air. Her stomach twisted into knots and her head started to hurt. Her wings move with agitation and she was tempted to turn around and walk away, but she knew that her daughter needed her, so she pressed onward. The wails grew louder and Brynn entered the room at the end of the hall to see her daughter perched on a steel examination table with the stone body of Nuala.
"…" Brynn approached the table slowly and looked down at the peaceful face of Nuala. They look too peaceful…did I look this way to Nuada?
Noemi's dark eyes looked up at Brynn for help. "Mommy, Aunty fell down and now she won't get up!" She put her little hand on Nuala's cheek. "She's cold!"
Brynn held her arms open and the little girl flew into them, burying her face against Brynn's neck. "Nuala won't wake up, Noemi…Your father won't wake up…They are both dead."
"But Mommy…we died…?"
The baby angel in Brynn's arms pulled back a little to look at her mother with hope in her eyes. Brynn shook her head and new tears fell from her daughter's eyes. All Brynn could do was rub her daughter's back and make gentle shushing sounds while trying to keep her own tears back. Myers stood awkwardly in the doorway, sipping the coffee he had intended to give her.
He's not gone, little one…
Brynn was startled by the voice of the Professor and even more surprised to see him. "Professor?"
The Professor smiled at her and motioned for her to follow him. Brynn transferred Noemi onto her hip and carried the little girl over to a corner of the room, farther away from the bodies and Myers. Brynn felt a brief moment of happiness at the presence of a man who had allowed her to call him 'grandfather', but it was overwhelmed by the death around her.
"Professor, what do you mean he's not gone?" she asked, her wings rustling lightly. "He's dead. I can't reach his thoughts where he's at."
Suppose there is a way for you to reach him, to bring him back in a less dangerous way than consulting with the Old One, would you do it?
Brynn nodded. "I would…How can I bring him back without tainting his spirit with evil?"
The Professor opened his mouth to say something, but someone sighed from a chair next to her. Brynn turned to see Abe watching her with sad eyes. When she looked back at the Professor, he was gone.
Figures…
"An angel of death can bring back the souls of the dead without tainting the returning soul with evil," Abe whispered, his gaze returning to Nuala's still form like it took a heavy effort to do so. "The Old Angel of Death is a creature of indifference, neither choosing to bring back someone for the purpose of evil or good…When she brought you back, you're body had already been tainted by the evil of your father. The same was true for Noemi…"
"But how do I even begin to bring him back?" Brynn asked as Noemi tugged on her hair.
"You have to be able to control your powers. Powers you don't know you have…that have laid beneath the surface…" Abe sighed heavily again. "You were not trained to use your powers, so you never knew the extent of them..."
Brynn frowned and gently pried her hair loose from Noemi's clinging fingers. "Then how can I bring him back if I don't know about all of my powers?"
"This is all my fault," Abe whispered, more to himself than to Brynn. "If I hadn't agreed with the professor to keep you in the dark about your powers…it doesn't matter anymore, what's done is done…and I have lost the only woman who could possibly love me…"
Brynn reached out and cupped his chin with her hand, feeling the sadness emanate from him. "Don't, Abe. Just don't give up like that. I'll find some way to bring her back, to bring them both back."
"Mommy!" Noemi exclaimed, squirming in her arms with a frightened gleam in her eyes. "Mommy, the Angel! The Angel!"
Brynn turned slightly as she felt a vaguely familiar power fill the room. Standing in the room was the Old Angel of Death…
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A/N: Ooh cliff hanger. My bad. I just didn't know where to go next. I'll be working on the next chapter as soon as I physically can. Expect a delay of one month for the next update, I find that I can't find the time to do much work on chapters now that I'm in college. No time to watch movies or anything. It sucks, but I couldn't be happier.
Anyway, I hope there are still reviewers among you. Thanks! ~ Scarlet