A/N: Bonjour mes amis! Well, here we are again. I just want to give my thanks to everyone who takes the time to read this/leave a follow or favourite/review. I am a self-flagellation kind of writer lol. I beat myself up that no one wants to read this, it's stupid, I can't write for shit. I know it's not entirely true, but you know, we artists are dramatic :) So really, I am so happy that even a couple of people can find some entertainment out of this.

I do have some notes:

1) I hope y'all don't think Phyrra is just a Mary-Sue. yes, she is a magically powerful elf, a lawful good character archetype with this unknown past. In this chappie we see some of the sadness in her and trust me, she's gonna need a tissue for all her issues. and she's not perfect and she WON'T get along with everyone at the B.P.R.D, lol just most of them. cmon! you know those kinds of people that can just be friends with everybody so easy, damn them!

2) These beginning chapters are the most difficult to write cause I want to include everything but also not be a kind of exposition dump. I mean I had about 1,000 words of an entirely different scene to this chapter with Hellboy/Phyrra, but I'm just gonna move it onto the next chapter, hopefully, get it out a little quicker. So awkward, shy romance is coming!

3) Italics, when Binx and Phyrra are speaking to each other, are them talking in the Pixie language. I thought about using a different language like I used the Sindarin for Phyrra, but I'm gonna have Binx speaking her way all the time, and I think it will just be too confusing.

K I'm gonna stop pseudo apologizing for my writing, and away we go!

Disclaimer: Hellboy belongs to Dark Horse Comics/Mike Mignola, I don't own anything except the AU and my OC's.


Phyrra awakened to a still space. She blinked dry eyes, the lights were harsh and she struggled to focus her gaze. Phyrra wasn't in pain, but she felt fuzzy. Colours circled before her sight. Focusing on her breath, they started to stay together, creating an image.

She was lying down, tucked into a clean bed.

In a bright, clean room she didn't recognize.

There was a sizeable man with his head perched on his arms across the bed by her knees, he was snoring soundly.

No, whoever he was, it was not a man. The creature's skin was crimson like an apple and had stumps where horns could be on his head. His features were large and sloping, relaxed in sleep they held no danger, which a creature of this breadth was bound to be. Was he a guard of some kind? Asleep on the job?

Phyrra ran her eyes down his broad shoulders and furry back He wore no shirt but had pants. She observed his tail. With as much silence as she could, she pulled herself up to a sitting position, carefully watching the creature. She was unlucky in her endeavour as the sheets shifted with her movement.

He was roused from his slumber.

Eyes the colour of lemon skins opened and affixed to Phyrra. She froze in alarm, clearing her parched throat.

"Hello," The creature thick lips upturned slightly, Phyrra was even more apprehensive.

"Hey, you're awake." Despite the slight surprise, he sounded like he knew her well. He reached forward, clear intention to touch her hand. On instinct, Phyrra pulled back. She didn't sense enough threat to jump out of the bed, but she didn't miss the disappointing aura that surrounded him. She kept wary eyes locked on the creature, watching as he stood up from his perch beside her sickbed.

Desperate questions were on the tip of her tongue. She dared not speak them. Fight or flight instincts were beginning to kick in and Phyrra felt the clammy wash of panic settling over her. Thankfully her dry mouth filled with saliva, but unfortunately only with the weight of impending nausea; why was she not remembering anything?

Phyrra's tense nerves flexed in agony as the door clicked open; a human casually strolled in.

Quick eyes scanned over the woman: aged, lanky, olive skin, wise eyes. She smiled gently at Phyrra.

"Hey sleepyheads, I came back here and both of you were checked out. Thought I'd leave you for a few hours," The crimson creature and the human woman knew each other well; she approached him, pressing her fingers to his bared, furry chest.

"Your rib isn't broken anymore Hellboy, you're completely fine. No injuries at all actually, I know I saw you bleeding when I let you in here." The woman looked from him to Phyrra. "I take it that was your doing."

Phyrra remained silent, she healed this creature? His name was Hellboy? Hell. A demon then, the answer was obvious to her now. Phyrra couldn't stop herself from focusing her attention back to him, without a sound willing him to explain. Whatever sort of connection she had with him, maybe it would travel through a kind of bond or the airwaves themselves and reach him.

She did not know how to feel about the way the demon was looking at her. So tender and sad, not at all how she expected a demon of Hell to behave.

"Yeah, she did. I better go let dad know she's awake." Quicker than she thought something of his proportions could move, he disappeared through the exit. Phyrra stared at it for a moment, perplexed. Try as she might she could not yield the feeling she didn't want him to leave her alone with this woman.

"I'm Sorah. They tell me your name is Phyrra?" It was confirmed, they did know her. Phyrra strived to figure out how she got here; she felt her eyes water sorry at the emptiness of her mind.

She licked her chapped lips and croaked out a pitiful, "Where am I?"

"At the Bureau of Paranormal Research and Defense. B.P.R.D for short. You were, well I would say rescued from that shady guy that dealt in creature trafficking. Elias?"

A light bulb burst in her head, Phyrra remembered.

She was supposed to be with him. Elias. His precious trophy. Phyrra hiccuped in anguish, she no longer could stop the flood of tears down her cheeks.

The human caught who turned out to be not just as such... She went to her room to get away from him… Mordecai in the hallway... She was going to take a bath, then she couldn't find Binx, and….

That was it. She could recall nothing else.

Phyrra tried to control her breathing, but nothing could stop the great, gasping that had to overtake her.

"Oh honey, you're going to be just fine." She felt the women's warm, comforting hand on her shoulder, Phyrra didn't have the strength to move away. Keening, mournful sobs reached her ears first before she realized it was coming from herself. Oh, Goddess! Why did this happen?

Was he dead?

Phyrra crazily felt hope permeating through her fear. It was too much, too many emotions were trapped within her. She was drowning. She had to find some solid ground before she lost what little mind she had at the moment.

Forcing herself to look up, she took notice of wings fluttering in front of her face. Binx. Her most trusted and beloved companion. Her lifeline. The glow in the darkness. Speaking to her.

"Phyrra! Snap out of this!" Phyrra's grateful hands stretched out, cupped to allow her friend to land in the nest. The pixie held its little warm hands to the wet surface of Phyrra's cheek, blowing gently in a drying enchantment.

"Oh, Binx! What-"

"I'll explain later, deal with this human!" Phyrra dropped Binx in her lap gently, finding the calm she needed from her friend's instructions. Of course. Binx always knew best. She wiped away the tears left behind on her face. She thanked Sorah for the handkerchief the human woman handed her, dabbing away the sweat on her neck, then blowing away the mucous building up inside.

"I'm sorry. I find myself quite emotional." Phyrra tried for the even, serene tone she hoped would please this woman, striving to fall back into her formal demeanour. The lady went to some machine that held water, pushing a button that made it pour out into the cup in her hands.

"Drink," Phyrra accepted obliged, gulping back the cool liquid. Practically starving for it.

"You don't have to say sorry, sweetie. I see no physical wounds on you, would you mind if I checked on you?" Phyrra shook her head no as the woman reached around her neck for some sort of medical contraption Phyrra could never recall seeing; she put one end of the object inside her ears, the other end was pressed against Phyrra's breast.

"Deep breath please." A complex look spread over Sorah's face, he pulled the instrument away. "Your heart is running so slow, considering you were just breathing hard. Have to say I haven't ever treated...Someone like you."

"You do not have to worry. My body has to sustain extreme damage to require any medical attention…" Phyrra quietly contemplated what to say to this human. Surely information like that would have been already found out in her incapacitated state? "That one you called Hellboy? Do I... I mean, do we ..."

Phyrra had no idea how to pose her question. Sorah saved her from further suffering.

"He brought you in. Caused quite a little scene when you first arrived, do you remember any of it?"

Phyrra, realizing she wouldn't get very far pretending to do so, she shook her head and listened in horror as Sorah recalled the beastly way she acted. Her brows furrowed, Hellboy had also stopped her from… Phyrra shuddered, she would like to think she would not have killed this human called Hurse, but who was to say when she could not for the life of her remember doing it.

"May I see this man? I wish to apologize,"

"I think that can be arranged, honey." Suddenly, the door opened and in stepped another human, this time a man.

Once again, on pure instinct, Phyrra's eyes studied: Aged as the woman, dark features. Powerful, quiet confidence emanated from him. He was being followed by the demon….

Hellboy, Phyrra corrected herself. He had hardly acted demonic towards her, she could no longer call him that.

"Hello Professor," Sorah greeted warmly.

"Good morning Doctor," the Professor replied, bidding Hellboy close the door behind them, please. Sorah looked back down on her patient, halting him mid-close.

"I think I'll go get you some decent clothes Phyrra." Sorah spared the elf girl one last pleasant smile, leaving the room.

The creature known as Hellboy was acting like a trapped rabbit, he was very flustered. Anxious, pacing behind the one he had called father. They had no resemblance, both had raven hair but that was no indication of heritage, the Professor looked to be completely mortal.

Phyrra's eyes followed Hellboy's movement, she wished he would cease the nervous energy. Phyrra thoroughly sized him up, this one who she seemed to had sought out exclusively in her time of need.

The way Sorah had to describe how she clung to him disturbed her greatly. Who was she to throw herself at a stranger? She needed to ask in private how she had acted, and apologize for the ghastly behaviour.

It seemed she had multiple people to seek forgiveness from, and she had just arrived.

Phyrra felt very unlike herself. In the daunting times of Elias's capture, she had long since stopped the ferocious, feral way she would deal with things around her. Learning promptly the only way to survive was to learn, and subsequently, live the lie of a 'friend' to him.

She would now do everything in her power to never go back to that fictional existence.

Trevor looked from Phyrra to Hellboy, sensing as if neither one of them could even be bothered to know he was here. There was something peculiar going on between the two of them, no doubt about it.

The Professor grandly cleared his throat, "Welcome to our little operation. How is the patient feeling?"

Trevor's query was met with forced quiet, something was stopping the elf from answering, and he had a certainty he knew why. He could feel the anxiousness teeming from his boy.

"Hellboy, I believe Major Daimio is still waiting for you downstairs,"

Hellboy wanted to protest. In the end, he was too nervous to voice his concern, what his concern was he couldn't say it was absurd.

Running away with his tail between his legs, quite literally, Hellboy realized his folly. He had just left Dr. Sorah with her. No matter if she seemed to be of a different disposition upon waking, mostly about her change of heart towards contact with him, he thought bitterly. He didn't know if she would pull the same stunt with the poor doc than with Hurse. Hellboy needed to concentrate.

"Yeah, sure." For the second time, Hellboy escaped from the room as if it was the last place he wanted to be. Leaving her alone with a human once again. Phyrra was curious as to why he seemed to be so… Frightened of her, she wasn't anything intimidating. Nothing like a towering giant of a being he was, she had to get him to tell her what had… Transpired between them in her gaps of lucidness.

"Alone at last. I'm sure you are quite overwhelmed right now, do you require anything?"

"No. The woman, Sorah, has been most kind,"

"Good to hear. I am Professor Trevor Bruttenholm, this is my home." He gestured all around him, Phyrra tilted her head, starting to become puzzled.

"Sorah mentioned this to be a... Research Center for the Paranormal?"

"Yes, we are a private, government-funded organization that deals in the investigation of the occult. Sometimes we combat evil forces, other times we help to defend and protect those creatures in need. As we have now done for you. I'm sure you have your fair share of them, but may I ask you a few questions?"

The Professor got up, crossed over to the wall that once he tapped his fingers, appeared as a widescreen, the image flickered. "I want to broach this subject as delicately as possible. You seem much more agreeable now, pardon my term, than before. The man we extracted you from…"

There it was, the long gloomy hallways she resided in not so long ago. And at the end of it stood Elias, staff arched high in his hands, face pinched in combat with some unknown assailant on the other end of this camera.

"Is he your boss? Your friend perhaps? You were not with the others. In quite a luxurious room actually."

Phyrra snorted with disgust. "Please turn it off."

Trevor conceded, Phyrra heaved a great sigh. Bitter resentment welled up at the memory of her master.

"Elias covets powerful creatures. As I'm sure you well know he's made quite a career out of it. He has acquired vast knowledge of blood magic, but he is still a human man." Phyrra found the courage to look at the Professor, making her words count. "Make no mistake sir, never did I want to be in his company."

"I am very sorry to hear that, dear. But I'm also glad I must confess, it would have been an awful turn of events to find out you didn't want to leave that place." Phyrra laughed abruptly, she slapped her hand over her mouth to stop the flow.

"Oh, I don't know what came over me, sir. You must understand that is all I have ever wanted."

"Please, you can call me Trevor. We have some other shots from the body cams of the agents, would you be willing to name some faces? It would be very beneficial to our organization." Phyrra ascended, it was the least she could do, besides she also had a good feeling on whom he wanted information on.

Sure enough, the screen in front of her flicked onto an image of the centaur, standing proud and mighty. Phyrra smiled unknowingly.

"That is Rhys, Elias uses him as a bodyguard of sorts. He is a very faithful employee. You didn't hurt him did you?"

"No when last we have footage of him, he was in tip-top shape. In any case, it was him that roughed up my boy." Trevor raised an eyebrow at the elven girl's apparent concern for the creature.

"It's not like that. Rhys just does what he is told to do, he would never have hurt Hellboy without Elias's instructions...He is an ally."

"Mhm, and this unsavoury type?"

Phyrra flinched at the sight of the vampire, she shivered as her skin chilled as if the mere sight of it sucked out all the warmth of the room.

"Mordecai. Elias and he seem to have some sort of companionship. He is a parasite. A bloodsucker. I would exercise great caution in your interest in him."

Trevor resumed his seat, so much information to take in...

"I thank you for your cooperation. But there is also the topic of your magic, Miss. I'm told you healed my son." Phyrra felt her face flush, strangely like she was caught doing something wrong.

"Yes, I did. Why I'm not sure, but if he saved me as you and the doctor have relayed, then I'm glad."

"What of your history? How was it you came to be possessed by Elias?"

This was it, she had to choose: did she trust them? One brisk look through her time since waking up made it obvious to her that she could: Sorah, Trevor, Hellboy. They had been nothing but kind to her and it was time to repay that with her respect. Even if this all turned out to be a farce, she was away from him. Right now that was all she needed.

"I cannot remember anything before my time with him, what do you think that means?" Phyrra felt relieved to tell Trevor, it was a weight off her shoulders.

"We can't be certain, but you could just be experiencing some temporary amnesia, perhaps whatever caused you to be in the state you were when Hellboy found you,"

Phyrra was about to speak her thoughts but held back. She didn't want to tell Trevor she knew nothing when she woke up in this bed. Yes, the trust needed to be established but Phyrra still felt the impulse to keep that to herself. They were strangers, after all. She had to at least have a failsafe here.

"I feel as if I stayed away from them for some reason. Perhaps that is how I came to know Elias, he never once mentioned my life... Before him."

"Hmm maybe… What of this one? Pixie's are not known to keep the company of any other kind, why has she?"

Both took in the sight of Binx dozing in Phyrra's lap. The events of the last twelve hours seemed to have caught up to the poor dear. Phyrra could only imagine how ornery Binx had been through this whole ordeal.

"Binx? She is a true friend. She and Rhys were the only I ever had in that prison." The answer was vague but seemed to be enough for the Professor. His thoughtful expression kept the room silent for a moment.

"What has happened to him?" Phyrra inquired in a quiet voice, scared to voice it too loud. She knew what the answer was, and also knew she did not want it.

Phyrra thankfully didn't need to voice the name, Trevor knew who she was talking about.

"He lives. We recovered the beings that were held in that warehouse of his, but I'm sorry to say that. Hellboy tried his best, let me tell you."

"You… Recovered them? I'm sorry, are you meaning to say they are here?"

Trevor studied her face.

"Am I to assume you are pleased with this news?"

"Yes I am, that is. I am extremely relieved!" Phyrra felt elation at the idea of Elias without his prizes, all alone in that dungeon.

The feeling didn't last long though. He would be furious in his intent to get them back.

"May I?" Phyrra was left wondering for a moment at the Professor's request, his outstretched hand. She could not help but think back; she would have agreed to Hellboy's touch if he had asked when she awoke. Phyrra nodded and Trevor took her gentle, fair hand in his much darker, much more weathered palm. A soothing sort of familiarity overtook Phyrra, he was a calming presence that was certain.

"Right now what I believe the course the actions you take should be with the B.P.R.D. We can provide you with a safe space for you to begin recovering your memories, and in return, you could perhaps join the team. I've seen what you did for Hellboy and am quite impressed, we can always use a helping hand."

"I am beyond grateful to you for the opportunity, but you have made me aware of Elias's survival. I know him, Professor. He will come for me. I cannot in good conscience put everyone here in such danger."

"Phyrra with all due respect, we are most prepared for the possibility of that. And I cannot in good conscience, turn you out onto the streets of modern-day America. Can you remember the last time you were free enough to walk the world Phyrra?"

That silenced her. So many lonely, aching nights. Only Binx to keep her company but the pixie could only do so much for her. Phyrra now recalled the sleeplessness, when nightmares taunted her. Unfortunately what was once clear, lucid dreams of earlier days, could now purely be looked back on as shadows passing her in a dark space.

"A very long time ago." She replied, turning quite grim.

"I apologize, I am not attempted to interrogate you, simply asking myself as well. Thinking out loud, if you will." Also, the questions might jog something in your brain. Trevor speculated. After this meeting, he was enchanted. This mysterious, amnesia stricken child was rather special. He would need to return to those books.

"No, it is quite alright Trevor. I will give your offer some thought." Trevor nodded, compassionately patting his hand against Phyrra's.

"Right now, I believe you must get some privacy. We have begun cataloguing the poor creatures we found housed in that place, and you would be of great help to us using your prior knowledge." Trevor sighed with exasperation, placing her hand back beside her with care.

"I'm getting ahead of myself," He rose from the chair, crossing to the door. Turning back to look at her,

"Rest well, Phyrra. You are no prisoner any longer, but a most welcomed guest here."

No sooner had the Professor left, Phyrra began poking at the dozing pixie, rousing her awake.

"Alright Binx, tell me everything."


Elias abhorred torturing humans. It was so plain, mundane. He likes his specimens to be of a thicker skin than the average son of Adam. But desperate times…

Counselor Louis Hudson had two decades of dedicated service to his country, both in times of war and then from behind a desk. Tied up, beaten bloodied by this monster, he rued the day the funding for the B.P.R.D ever fell on his plate.

"I'm losing my patience Counselor, you realize the futility of not giving me what I want. Bring them in." Counselor Hudson was most distraught at the sight of the vampire, followed by the centaur, dragging in Elaine and Morgyn, his beloved wife and child. The bloodsucker was decidedly more rough with his wife, heaving her down on the floor. Louis flinched at her pained cry. The beastman at least placed his daughter beside her mother, decidedly with more care.

When at fourteen, his father told him his future would be in politics, Louis never would have even believed he'd ever be in a situation like this.

The vampire, with very thinned glee, took a firm grip of the meaty flesh of Elaine's upper arm, dragging its claws down the muscle, Elaine's shriek pierced through space. Louis could do nothing but watch in horror as blood oozed from the cuts.

"Okay! I'll tell you where they are! Just let them go! Please!"

Mordecai bristled in irritation, dumping the husk of the bitch. He licked the blood from his fingers, apparition or not. Blood was blood. Elias was talented enough to make it taste real.

Elias stroked down the shaft of his staff reverently, murmuring the gentle spell that created the illusion of the family. The figures blew away like dust in the wind. Leaving behind the picture of them that Louis always kept in his wallet.

"What?! Where did they go?" Louis cried out distressed, one minute they were there, real as anything...This paranormal shit was fucked. Elias stepped forward, grabbing Louis roughly by the mouth, directing the man's attention to him.

"Worry no longer Counselor, they are safe. Now, your information please."