Hellboy understood that Angela and Gabrielle were both angels, both creatures of the same breed who understood eachother. He even looked as though he belonged with her as he left with her. Gabrielle would protect her. But deep down in the pit of his stomach something told Hellboy he needed to be with her. Not just to protect her, but for something else. Something deeper. Something beyond what he could see on the outside.

"God Dimmitt." He heard Manning exclaim as they walked down the hallway towards him.

A small smile crept up to his face as his father and Manning exchanged glances.

"We are in a hospital, refrain yourself." Said Broom.

"This is no time for propriety." Yelled Manning. "She is out there with no protection, with no prevention for Rasputin. We might as well leave a sign out for him telling him to strike." He said as he approached Hellboy.

"You know this is all your fault." He said pointing to Hellboy. "You have killed her, and us all."

"I am not the one who made her out to be some king of science experiment." Yelled Hellboy.

Nurses and doctors alike began to gather as Hellboy raised his gruff and deep voice.

He looked around, suddenly not feeling very comfortable.

He paid no mind to Manning as he began to say something else. Instead Hellboy walked away, sending Manning into even more of a rage at his ignoring everything Manning was saying.

"Come on,' Broom said as he placed a hand on Manning's back. "There is nothing more we can do tonight."

Manning remained silent as they walked down the halls. Broom could tell he was not going to gracefully accept this kind of defeat however he also knew that despite Manning's recent stubbornness and cruelty he was not a man without morals or compassion. He just had to know when to show it and when to remain the responsible party.

By the time they had all reached the final door of the hospital and walked out into the cold streets Hellboy was ready to begin searching for Angela again. He had a trick up his sleeve that the others didn't, he just had to wait for the right opportunity to use it.

"Alright, moving on. Hellboy get your team together, your heading out. Samaielle awaits." He said.

Myers and Hellboy both looked up and sighed. This was going to be a long night.

Across town atop a bridge, the two angelic creatures crouched with open wings. Letting the breeze flow over her Angela looked at Gabrielle, the man she hadn't seen in many years.

"How is everyone, Michael, Lillie, Estel."

"They are as usual, nothing has changed really in our routine." He said. Bit she could tell he was holding something back.

"And?" she asked.

"And…..nothing." he said.

His blonde hair flew about him and though she had been away for a long time she knew him well enough to know when he was lying.

"Your not telling me something…what is it?"

He hesitated and finally spoke. "mind if I tell you later." He said.

Angela sighed and nodded, feeling relieved that his normally stubborn personality would tell him at all.

"come on, lets get some air under our wings." He said with a smile.

A great joy came over her as she took to flight. The ground lifting away and the city lights gleamed beneath them.

It was freedom, pure and un-caged freedom as she felt the wind in her hair. Her troubles melted away and thoughts of Rasputin and Manning were left behind as the starry sky embraced her.

They flew together for an hour, and Angela could see in Gabrielles eyes that his feelings for her had not changed. She knew his moods, his movements, his expressions. But he didn't know how she had changed. She wondered if his feelings would remain the same if he knew the things she had done to survive over the last three decades. Would his impression of her sweetness remain the same?

The night wore on and soon Angela and Gabrielle found themselves tired and searching for a place to rest. They did so upon a tall sky scraper at least a hundred stories from the ground.

"so tell me, what is that you were so afraid to tell me."

Gabrielle turned serious as he looked away, thinking for a way to tell her.

"New angelic law was put into place after you were condemned. All immortal beings that kill a mortal will be sentenced immediately and… permanently." He said. "That means….your sentence…."

Sadness overcame her as she began to realize what he was saying. "My soul will return to hell when I die." She said, knowing the horrible truth.

"You have to understand, you were never intended to be released. Rasputin has taken advantage of a situation never before done. Only I and a very few other high-ranking creatures of light know you have even been released. I mean, can you imagine the chaos if it got out. You would become the most hunted woman in history." He said. He looked at her and saw something in her eyes. Terror mixed with disbelief.

She had been through so much, so many years of horror. So much pain. Being hunted every moment. Fighting for much more than yourself, but your sanity. To much pain, to much war and death. She couldn't go back. "Why am I not dead already? Why weren't you ordered to kill me, I am condemned already, what would be the difference." She said through her emotions. "Why haven't the angels who do know killed me?"

"I was ordered to bring you back to hell, we don't have to kill you, you know that."

"Yes, of course, you have the power to just send me to hell." She said. "So why havent you?"

A brief moment of happiness had overcome her the moment she had realized she was back on earth. And now it would be only that. A moment. Because after her life she would return to that life of unimaginable torture.

"because…" he said softly peering at her.

Gabrielle draped a wing over her and drew her closer, trying to comfort her. His grasp was warm and tender. Just as it had been when she had known him before. His eyes. Pierced her heart. And she knew he felt what she was feeling. But in a strange new way that she had never felt before now, his familiarity with her was unpleasant and her thoughts turned unexpectedly to Hellboy.

"because…you know why." He said as he leaned in to kiss her.

"i..im sorry Gabrielle."

"Angela…." Yelled Gabrielle as she flew off. "Angela wait."

"don't follow me…" she yelled back to him.

Angela flew at a rapid, almost frantic pace. She fought the tears. She had cried for so long, how could she have enough tears for more. How could she cry any more than she already had.

Where would she go. She clutched her robe in her hand and squeezed it hard.

She had no where to go. She knew no one and had a madman hunting her. Hellboy. She thought. How she wished she could find him.

Flying away from the sky scrapers she reached the open ocean where she knew she would find no shelter. Clouds entered her view and she flew higher to avoid them. Would it rain? How fitting if it did. Freezing rain.

She flew for a longer period than even she knew but finally found a site that was familiar. A small church, by the ocean. Just to the edge of the city. Its elaborite décor and stone statues of angels brought her a small amount of comfort. She flew softly down and landed on the roof just as the sky opened up and the rain did in deed begin to pour un mercifully.

One thought filled her head. She couldn't go back….she would not survive it again.

"DAMN." Hellboy exclaimed as he brushed himself off over the body of the final Samaielle. "They don't ever die." He said, with relief that the final creature was dust.

"Red, Red do you copy." Said Myers over the com system.

"Yeah, Myers I hear ya. How are ya? Is everyone still in one piece?" he said as he sat on a park bench and checked the barrel of his gun.

"Yes, everyone is fine, where are you?"

"No place im telling you about." He said as he took from his pocket a small black electronic device. A smile crept across his face as he puffed on his cigar.

"come on Red, please don't run off again." He seemed to plead. "every time you do this I get in trouble, I am supposed to go with you."

"yeah, well im sick of baby sitters, go find a girl Myers, your young, not to gross when you look closely, stop pestring me all the time." He said as he reholstered his gun

"Come on Red, Manning is going to start a search for Angela in an hour, you know how angry he will be if your not there." He paused, gathering his frustration over Reds stubbornness. "Red you have to check back in,,,,"

"Hay…Myers…. again, go get a girl, a life, cause I got stuff to do." Hellboy said as he clicked off his locator and pulled the com from his ear.

Another half-hour passed and Angela lay awake in the attic of the church listening to the rain. She had found a small nook in the attic just large enough for her and she felt quite cozy. The only thing missing was another blanket. She had her robe, which kept her warm enough, but one more would make her quite comfortable.

The floor beneath her creaked and she sat up with worry.

I can't go back. She thought.

How see missed her warm bed, for a moment she thought the treatment at the BPRD wasn't so bad as long as she could have her bed back…. And Red.

She shot up to her feet and out of her thought as a noise above her, like something had hit the roof sounded. It moved along the roof and over to the open window.

"Oh….shit." she whispered to herself as she breathed heavily and franticly looked around for a weapon of some kind. This was all to familiar, all to real, like she was back there, back in that place with no escape.

The noise stopped and after a moment she took a step towards the window. Whatever it was, it was at the window. Was it waiting for her?

She took another hesitant step towards the window. Her heart raced and her breathing got heavier, her hands shook as she reached out to grasp the sill.

Loosing her nerve she turned around to find another exit.

Suddenly a figure shadowed in darkness loomed in front of her, its cold fingers grasping at her.

She screamed and turned to get away but it held her there. She could feel its breath upon her face and a voice, a dark, menacing voice. A roar came to her ears and she could tell it was not from her aggressor.

She screamed again and held her hands out. Swinging at her attacker. Only to find air. And dark smoke which dissipated.

She turned franticly to get away, screaming. She ran into another dark figure shadowed and cold. Its arms reached for her. Grasping at her with its cold hands.

She fell to the floor trying to get away. Her hand met with a wooden mop she had not noticed before and she swung it at her assailant.

She hit it and it fell to the floor. "oww. Easy Birdie. Its me." She heard from a deep, husky voice that was all to familiar to her. He got to his knees and rubbed his head.

"Red….?" She said as she gasped for breath and clung to the mop.

"Yeah." He said as he began to stand.

"Red…" she said as she threw the Mop down and ran to him, hugging him with a kind of desperation she would never have expected she could produce.

"Its alright Birdie…its gone, your fine." Said Red as he embraced her.

Hellboy was dripping wet from head to toe in water that felt more like it had come from a refrigerator than the sky.

Angela released him long enough to finally look him in the face and saw how soaked he was.

"Here." She said as she pulled off his jacket and slung it to the floor. "Your soaked. And…OH RED!" she placed a tender hand on his head where blood seeped from a deep cut. "Your hurt."

She leaned back and looked him over, the light was dim but she could make out that his shirt was shredded, and a variety of both small and large gashes covered his shoulders and arms.

"Red, we have to get these looked at." She said. As she rubbed his shoulders, warming them up.

Hellboy wasn't saying anything as she looked him over. In truth he was just so happy to see her and the rest just seemed an after thought. He knew she was more than grateful to see him. She hadn't asked how or even why he had found her. But none of this mattered to him at the moment.

He had crept in, and found her being attacked by this,,,,thing…creature. She was about to lead him down stairs when he took her in his arms. Resting his head on her chest. It had scared him, the scene he had just witnessed. And danger felt closer than it ever had before.

She didn't ask why he held her to warmly, so urgently. She didn't need to , there was no question in her mind in regards to it. It simply was without label or definition.

For a moment they held eachother this way locked in an embrace of friendship and undefined mutual emotion.

"I cant believe they have all this stuff back here." Yelled Angela as she came into the chapel once more with a box.

"what did you find now." Asked Hellboy as he sat on a bench. The last fifteen minutes had revealed that below the attic, the church appeared to be abandoned. It had some of the most unexpected things in some of the closets.

"this has just what we need." She said as she brought it over to him and knelt beside him. She took out some whit sheets and began shredding them to make bandages.

"you don't have to do that." He said. "I will be fine."

She ignored him.

Taking his arm she began to wrap it. "so how did this happen." She asked softly.

"the usual, some monster makin a racket and its my job to stop him." He said.

"and this?" she said as she examined the bump on his head, knowing it was from the mop she had hit him with.

"ahh, well that's the usual as well, my other job is scaring mop wielding women." He said.

"And do they usually crack your skull?" she said with a smile as she placed a warm rag on another cut on his head.

"Only it I am lucky." He responded.

"Mind if I take a look at the ones on your chest?" she asked.

" let me." He said removing the remnants of his shirt.

The room was silent except for the sounds of the rain outside and the wind, which howled through cracked wood.

Angela looked at Hellboys torso with the thorough eyes of a surgion. She placed her hand on his side and he flinched a little.

"is it tender?" she asked.

"yes." He said.

"I think your rib is broken." She said.

"they seem to like doing that." He said.

"I cant leave it like this, it could puncture your lung." She said. "lay down."

Hellboy did as she asked.

"hold still." She said as she placed her two hands over the injury. "this wont hurt."

Hellboy had to look over to realize that something had started to happen. A light emitted from her hands and a warm sensation began to fill his body. A feeling of clarity overcame him, as the bones seemed to know where to go. The warm sensation overtook his whole body, through his arms and hands and fingers, down through his torso, and legs and toes. He breathed in and for the first time he could feel the capolaries feeding his body the oxygen. Everything was lit in a dim, glow as the light surrrounded him and as he looked down at Angela he could see she two had the light in her, only it wasn't swerling through her as with him, but was coming from her. Flowing into him. He breathed in again and could not only feel every sensation in his body but could feel hers aswell, could feel the air flowing through her lungs. He could feel the warmth subsiding, receding back into her hands and finally into her body. As it did he could see sweat form on her brow and her expression became more concentrated. The connection with her body was the first thing to go, then slowly he could no longer feel his own skin that way, and the light seemed to change in hue. It became harsh, not brighter but harsher. It stopped flowing through him and he could feel it was flowing from him. He looked at her closely and could see it was flowing from his body through the injured area and into her body. She gritted her teeth and took a breath in as though it were difficult to do. A moan of pain escaped her and Hellboy placed a hand on her shoulder. He could feel something flowing through her. Her body was rigid with its energy. Like electricity it began to subside and her body relaxed. The pain retreated from her and she exhaled with exhaustion.

He felt energized, filled with health and vitality like he had never felt before. "How did you do that?" he asked with amazement at the results.

"I…i told you I could heal injury…" she said with exhaustion.

Hellboy could see it had taken a lot out of her and she leaned on the bench for support.

"are you alrigh.."

But before he finished a bolt of lightning cracked in the sky above them and she jumped violently with fear.

Hellboy grasped her hands and held them. "Hay….hay…its alright." He said taking her by the shoulders. "Are you ok?"

"Y-yes, i…I just,"

"Yes. What is it."

"I am going back to hell." She said.

"What."

"I will never see heaven again, when I die, my soul will return to Hell." She said as she finally succumbed to the despair as every fear she had was coming into reality.

"No." he said as he hugged her. "No, it wont," he said.

"This is something neither of us can stop." She said.

"Don't say that." He said in his deep, beautiful voice. He placed his hands on her face. Feeling the curves of her cheeks, the softness of her hair.

"Not all things are possible." She said with defeat in her voice.

He closed the remaining gap between them, embracing her. He vowed to himself he would prove her wrong. How was this justice, She was the most caring, tender woman he had ever know. She was bright, funny, beautiful. She was not deserving of such a fate.

"I hope I live a long time, long enough to one day forget my fate." She said "and just be happy."

"You will, and that I CAN promise with all certainty. I promise to at least make that much happen for you." He said.

She could feel his hands on her back and she understood how much he cared for her. He would always be there for her and it brought her comfort in a way that was unexpected to her.

"can you stay with me?" she asked. "in the church."

"of course." He said. But in his mind he thought how wonderful it would be to stay forever, not just one night but all the nights to come.

Sorry for being late to update, my computer is really being stupid. I also appologize for the format of the chapter. I don't know if it stayed the way it is when I was typing it but when I was typing I couldn't get it off the made where it has dotd inbetween the words instead of actual spaces.

Anyhow. I know the last several chapters have been kind of crapy but hopefully the story line has remained intact. I promise my writing will improve in the future. After I get my computer fixed.