Bloodmaiden: by Danielle W.
This is a fanfic loosely based off the Hellboy of the Hellboy movie. There is little Hellboy fan fiction out there and someone has got to start writing them. Expect more!!! HAHAHAHaHA!!! Anyway, this is a serious story that combines an old love with a new one, that being Hellboy.
She is running for her life. Darkness envelopes her like a blanket and branches slap and scrape at her face as she fearfully runs through the wood. The sound of footsteps behind her grow loud. They are hurried and communicate to her frightened senses that they desperately wish to catch her. She slips and tumbles down a sharp hill that suddenly materializes out of the darkness. A scream fills her mouth and echoes into the night. The loud hunting murmurs of the party chasing her are all that answers her cries.
She picks herself up and continues running. After a while she notices a sharp pain in her right knee which grows more intense as she runs on it. She moans and curses her fall. She fears that her knee may be her doom - slowing her down enough for "them" to capture her.
She stops and looks around, seeking direction or at least a place to hide until the party passes her. She turns to her left and runs down another slightly less sharp hill, barely managing to keep from falling again in her haste. There! She sees a hollow under a tree, hidden by leaves - she decides to hide there.
She climbs into the hollow and covers leaves over top of her to complete her camouflage, and waits in terror for the party to come - praying that the do not notice her spot and continue on their way. In the darkness of the hollow her mind is full of light - thoughts of wonder and regret as to how she has gotten herself into this situation.
It was over a year ago. She had always had a fascination with the paranormal and a cautious interest in the occult. A year ago she decided to explore that interest in depth. It seemed like such an innocent start - joining an internet group for those interested and experienced in the occult so to meet with each other and share knowledge. She did not take it seriously, thinking no harm would come from joining a group of wannabes and pretenders. Then she had met him - the clichéd tall, dark, mysterious and handsome. He was real … and powerful - more then she knew. He found her, he said, through sensing her energy pattern through the internet. He wanted her …, so he said, so to train her in the occult and help cultivate her powers. She believed his words and became his student.
It did not take long for her role as student to dissolve into something some would call a lover, but she would call just plain awkward but addictive. She should have suspected something was wrong then when he started asking to take her blood - just small samples. It was a fetish he had. He approached her out of the blue and she went along with it out of curiosity and a strange urge she felt inside of her body. When he made that first cut into her wrist and planted his mouth over her tender wound, all she felt was a pure and odd feeling pleasure that made her pass out. Whenever she awoke from these swoons she would be weak and he would be over her, caressing her and telling her sweet things. His face was too innocent and her heart too lonely. It was too easy to follow along with his plans, despite what her mind was telling her. Her body wanted other things and would not give up such pleasure.
And so now, here she is - hiding in a hollow, waiting for freedom or death. To awaken from a blood letting faint to find herself bond and half naked on an alter - a thin and long sheet of clothe wrapped around her chest and privates, with him dressed in a long robe, fangs gleaming from his mouth, and robed and hooded people surrounding him - it was confusing and terrifying. The betrayal she and the lack of surprise she felt that he would do something evil like this; the realization that they were going to drain her dry; the urge to protect her life at all costs - so she fled into the unknown, running for her life.
She sighs and tries curling her body into a tighter ball. The cool smell of decaying leaves and earth soothes her haggard mind. She closes her eyes and tries to meditate - relaxing and trying to become one with the earth and desperately hopes that this may throw her pursuers off from finding her. In this meditative state, she slowly falls asleep …
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"Alright so we have this girl whose been missin' for over 9 months. What's her name again?"
"Darayah Temoa."
"Yea, so this De-ray-ah goes missin' for a couple months. People have seen her though, always dressed in the same outfit and with a blank and drained look on her face. Also, she is always with the same group of strange people who treat her like she is their goddess. Some cult called the followers of Sharahiah. Each sighting reports her more weak and drained then the next. Abe, can you tell me what all of this means?"
The towering red demon known as Hellboy takes a chomp on all of the three Baby Ruth bars in his hand, talking between bites. He is sitting in a cage, one arm behind his head, the other clutching his three bars, on route to a field assignment and communicating to his merman meets the Creature from the Black Lagoon team mate Abe Sapiene, who is back at headquarters.
"Well, this is an interesting situation we have here Hellboy. Apparently in ancient text …"
"How ancient??? Every text is ancient to you fish boy!"
"As I was saying, ancient Egyptian texts speak of the blood maiden - a goddess who lives in the body of a human female, rendering the blood of the host female into a powerful potion that brings any strength a person desires to all those who devour the blood. A cult arose seeking the goddess inhabited female, hoping to draw strength for whatever their purposes, from this female's blood. They are, as you know, the cult of Sharahiah. There are only two recorded cases of the cult ever finding the host female, and this eventually helped to lead to the fall of Egypt and the western Roman Empire.
"There have been other minor cases, say of people receiving a blood transfusions and miraculously being cured of their illness but these are trivial in context of your current case."
"Woah! Well that's good news. Are you trying to say that this cult has found this "host" girl and that they have been using her for months and that she has the power to bring this country, no, world wide civilization as we know it collapsing down onto it's knees!"
"Precisely!"
"Just great! And how long has the Bureau known about this … No wait, don't tell me! I really don't wanna know! Always sendin' in Hellboy to deal with their screw ups. Man, this one is going to be messy, but I guess I wouldn't want it any other way. Shit, I need a cigar … WOAH! OW!"
The vehicle suddenly screeches to a stop. Hellboy whacks his head on the back of the cage and falls out of his chair.
"Real graceful of me … What's goin on?!?!"
Hellboy calls to the front of the car. His go between, Agent Myers, calls back.
"I think we found her!"
Hellboy huffs and smirks.
"Well wadda ya know, humph, looks like this ain't gonna be so messy after all."
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