AN: I do not own Hellboy or Hellboy the movie. The characters belong to Mike Mignola and Guillermo Del Toro. I only own Jessica and this story. Please Review and Favorite!

Jessica walked through the infirmary with Red holding her up. Liz stood next to Myers. She could tell she was visibly shaken. When Jessica walked past her, she clung to Myers as if he could save her from anything. Red walked right past them and back to his room. Jessica was barely able to stand as Red opened the door and guided her through. She looked at Whiskers who came to greet her but backed away when a 'shoo' from Red was all he got.

Red laid Jessica down on their bed as she sighed, her head hitting the pillow with a thud. Red sat beside in front of her, Indian style; his tail brushing along the floor. "Tell me about Rasputin." He asked as Jessica looked at him. She closed her eyes for moment before opening them and staring at the ceiling with red eyes. "He's a foul creature." Her voice echoed as she looked up.

"Two thousand years ago, I saw him for the first time. He looked at me as if I was prey. As if I was something, a sort of life force he could cling to. He's a messenger from the Dark One. He is the gate keeper for the New Hell." Jessica looked down at Red as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. "They found this when they found my father," Red handed the paper to her as she looked down at it.

"Moscow... Rasputin's resting place." She handed it back to him as Red looked at her.

"Why Moscow?" He asked as he put the paper back in his pocket.

"I don't know." Jessica shook her head. "He made me remember though, my past, who I used to be." Jessica looked down and shuddered at the feeling of Red's fingers touching her face.

"I don't care about your past, who you used to be. I only care for who you are now. The love of my life." His breath felt like hell-fire on her skin. She leaned in as their lips met. A fire of darkness and light broke out around them, turning the room into a beautiful beach and forest scene. Red wrapped his arms around Jessica's delicate flesh and gave into his desires, incinerating cloth and leading to promiscuous thoughts. Jessica gave in, allowing her past, present and future to be entwined in all the Hellboy was. The man that he is.

Hours ticked away as Myers sat in the meeting that Manning had called for. He twirled his pen in hand, bored. The clacking of heels in the hallway caught his attention as he looked up to see Liz walking down the hall. God she was something. She amazed him with her forgiveness.

Earlier that morning, they had buried Professor Broom. Myers had carried his coffin while Liz watched with sad eyes. Myers smiled at her and she turned away, blushing. Hellboy stood above the rooftop as the rain came pour down. He held back tears as a porcelain hand wrapped around his fingers. Jess leaned her head on his shoulder, watching over the madness. The devil and his angel.

"Hellboy is coming, " Manning's voice snapped Myers back to reality. He turned his head to face him. "I'm not happy about that. I'm sure not thrilled about Jessica coming either, but she is. We must make sure we keep them under control." Myers rolled his eyes, getting up from the desk, following Liz. When he reached Abe's holding tank, he eavesdropped behind the door.

"Should I stay?" Liz's voiced echoed into the hall. "With him, I mean." Liz touched the glass. She needed to feel close to someone, anyone since Jessica lashed out at her. She feared for her life and all Red could do was comfort Jess?! Granted, he was like a brother to her but there was always the possibility of what if? Abe's hand pressed against the glass as he sighed, "He will never see you that way, Liz. And even if he could, why would you? Have the chance of a normal life. So take it. But if you ever need someone," his big, endless eyes looked up at her, "all us freaks have is each other." Liz nodded as she held back tears. She knew Myers was the best option for her. Yet she can't help but wonder what it would be like if Red looked at her the way he looked at Jess.

Jessica walked briskly down the hallway towards the library. She was peeved to say the least. How could Manning ask her not to go to Moscow! What a baphoon! She had to have Red's back. Clearly no one knew how powerful Rasputin was. She opened the library door and slammed it shut, "Asshole." she muttered to herself as she heard a chuckle behind her. Jess turned seeing Hellboy standing there, shirtless and content. Jess immediately looked down, blushing. Only a few hours ago she had seen all of this demon yet having him shirtless only made her want him more. Nervously, she tapped her boots together and stuffed her hands in the pockets of her cargo pants, rocking on her heels.

Fingering the fringe of her black shirt. "Sorry," she spoke quietly, "I didn't think anyone would be in here."

Hellboy smirked at her, "Just reading up for the mission."

Jessica walked up the stairs to meet him. She stood at the table for a moment, glancing at the letter he wrote. As she picked it up, Red went to grab it. But it was too late. She already saw his heart on the page, emotions spilling out all over the place. Like the feather, the letter gently fell to the floor. "I know what it is you don't like about me." Jess commented, tears of love, passion and pain flowing down her cheek.

"Jess, I didn't mean, " Hellboy reached for her but she shrugged him away.

"Let me finish." her voice was stern but careful. With a sigh she turned back to him. Hair short and blond, eyes glowing bright red, black broken wings unfurled at the shoulders. "I wish there was something I could do about this," her arms gestured to her body, "but I can't."

Hellboy reached up to her, his hand on her face, his thumb stroking her chin. "That's okay." he said looking at her through loving eyes, "That means I can only promise you two things. One, I'll always be this good looking." Lachrimae stepped forward and placed her hand over Hellboy's heart, reading him and at the same time, falling in love. "And two," he pulled her forward by the waist, catching her off guard, "no matter what form you choose, I'll never give up on you. Ever." Hellboy leaned in, his lips meeting her own. A kiss so pure and so true that it broke Jessica's chains to Lachrimae and brought her back. Her hair turned black with streaks of gold, her wings gathered in place and her skin turned porcelain. She looked into his gold eyes as they pulled away, twin pools of green reflected in them. "I'd like that," she responded.

She was dazed now as she lingered at the table for awhile before turning to leave, "Hey, Jess?" she heard behind her and she turned to Red. "Yeah?"

"Despite, Manning's request, I'd really like you to come to Moscow."

Jessica rocked on her heels for a moment and smiled at him, "I'll see you there, babe." He smile confirmed his happiness as she shut the door behind her. Tonight she was in heaven, tomorrow she would face hell.