A/N: Welcome back y'all. Will keep apologizing for the waiting between chapters, life is crazy. But here we are, I won't disappear. I will attempt to only keep it 3-4 weeks MAX. I keep forgetting to mention: yes, realize that in the movie, Hellboy could heal pretty fast anyways, the same kind of thing with Ben (I mean when he just ripped his leg out from the rubble.. ouchie) it seemed like they don't really need a healer. So for the sake of this story and how things actually turned out, they will still be able to do all the things they could in the movie obviously, they just might need actual medical/magical attention...I didn't start this with the intention of Phyrra being just a healer, I teased a little bit more of what she could do in the first chapter, but that all comes in good time lol
Also, I must bring up the fact that I'm using a lot of fantasy cliches around here. Recently I've been replaying DA: Inquisition and rewatching Mahoutsukai no Yome and realized all the similarities. I'm just kind of writing the tropes I love to see in media. I hope it's not too predictable lol
Anyways, sorry I feel like I'm always explaining/apologizing for this story, whoops. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Hellboy belongs to Dark Horse Comics/Mike Mignola, I don't own anything except the AU and my OC's.
"Phyrra, my pet." It was surprisingly simple to break into the B.P.R.D. Once the Counselor was kind enough to give up his information, it had taken no time to travel to America. Mordecai was displeased at this plan for retaliation, even going as far as to talk of the time before Phyrra. How it wouldn't be so bad to go back to those hedonistic days.
A firm explanation was given. Those early days were grand, but times did change. The Rite of Blood exchanged between the two creatures might have bound them in eternal blessings, but that didn't mean they could galavant around as they did in 1550.
Mordecai might have chosen to become a vampiric being, but staying in shadows did nothing for Elias. He craved the finest things in life. Growing up a sickly farm boy would do that.
He learned from a very young age, taught ruthlessly by his oafish father, to get what you wanted, it had to be taken. All species had the predominant wish to be cruel. Violent. He had dealt with enough humans, witches, any manner of thing which came through his village. The day the alchemists came into town had been the greatest day of Elias's life, they had the answers he sought. The key to power unimaginable. It had only taken a small pledge. Since then, Elias had the means to live his life to the fullest. He had never wanted for anything ever again. He would never take anything lying down again.
It was simple really, just the principal of the matter. The B.P.R.D would not win. They might have gotten the upper hand but Elias was nothing if not resourceful. Some mere government agencies would not top him.
His eyes devoured his trophy. She looked exceptional as usual. However, it seemed they had been dressing her in… 'Mortal' clothes. It was hideous. He supposed he did take for granted having Phyrra to look at daily. The time spent without her had been maddening. His clavis aurea could not get away. The effort he had placed, decades of breaking the desolate, wild elf child will not go to waste.
He stepped towards her with the countenance of joyous ease.
"Get away from me." The words were spoken in such a manner, Elias was stupefied. Of all the responses he could have gotten from her, it was one he sincerely wished would not be the case.
"I beg your pardon?"
"You heard me, Elias. Keep your distance." Elias did the worst thing he could have done and laughed at her stubbornness. Whoever Phyrra's people had been, they had raised an awfully powerful offspring. It had been endearing. At this present moment, it was just annoying.
"You've forgotten, dearest. I own you. These people are committing a crime by keeping you here. You belong with me."
His elf was acting absurd. Once back home, he wished he wouldn't have to start from the beginning again. Those arduous times he thought were behind them. That she had learned her place.
"No. Perhaps I thought I did, but no longer. These people have given me a home where I'm needed by actual companions. No one is 'keeping' me."
"Phyrra." Elias strived for a calm tone. He had, apparently naively, not expected this resistance from her. Once upon a time, Phyrra snapped and bit at him at the simplest interactions, he had culled that sufficiently in the years with rigorous punishment. He just couldn't imagine she'd be reinvigorated in such a short time away. What had that demon done to her? "You are being ridiculous. Come here."
He hoped the edge he placed on his words would do the trick. It had the opposite effect, for Phyrra began to bunch her shoulders. Placing herself in a defensive, primal stance he had not seen from her in many moons.
Phyrra felt herself overcome with fight or flight instinct, she tried desperately to appear firm. Someone had to be coming for her, she just had to be strong till then.
The warlock observed the elf girl. She meant business it would seem.
"Fine, Phyrra. Have it your way." Elias followed this with a murmur: Audi, vide, taci.
Phyrra felt the slimy caress before her upper body was gripped in a fierce hold. The clammy, dead skin gave away the identity of its owner.
"Hello, Lamb. How nice to have found you," Mordecai was less than enthused to be chasing after this elf bitch. The inventory was one thing. Shredding a few of these agent scum in exchange for the audacity to fuck with them was fine by him, but he hated seeing Elias reduced by some woman.
Elven magic running through her body or not, between the two of them, they didn't need anyone else. Hence his rightful jealousy at his friend's attention towards the cunt and the dumb beast. They were unnecessary and caused him nothing but headaches. He could do nothing but follow his friend in this pointless endeavour.
"Ah, Rhys. Perfect timing. Have you subdued the vermin?" Elias addressed the centaur turning the corner with four brawny Golems commissioned for this raid. The B.P.R.D might have taken the auction pieces, but that didn't mean Elias didn't have many other contacts at his disposal. They were quite inept in his opinion for assuming otherwise.
The centaur couldn't help but seek Phyrra's eyes. He was so relieved to see the elf girl. He winced as Phyrra didn't meet his eyes, he could only imagine how shocked she was. He wanted terribly to ask her if she was unharmed. "It's taken care of."
"Hold her, beast. She's being the most difficult thing." Mordecai began moving the wiggling little fish of an elf. Before Rhys could take her, Elias roughly grabbed her from Mordecai's hold. Phyrra felt terror at being jostled around. Where was everyone? Where was Hellboy?
She stood shocked still in Elias's restraint as he leaned in close to hiss in her face.
"I don't know what lies these creatures filled your head with. They were wrong. When we get back you will learn once again that you are mine." Elias felt anger fueling him, filling him with a cavernous lust. Her wide, cerulean eyes were so familiar. He pressed his lips roughly to Phyrra's. It was about time he staked his claim on her, the aching distance he experienced confirming it.
Ignoring her squeal of pain, he gnashed his teeth against her lips, placing all his disappointment into the action. The overwhelming desire to mark her took him, he regretted not doing this sooner.
Phyrra couldn't move her head away. His rough, furious pursuit of her mouth revolted her. The pressure from his fingers on her arms, the nails digging into the flesh, she would soon be pierced and bleeding. She attempted to numb herself to the assault. Elias had often struck her in times of irritation. He could also be sickeningly sweet in caresses. Never had he gone this far before, asserting his dominance in such a fashion. It frightened Phyrra exceptionally, freezing her dead.
She had to consider the reality that no one was coming.
Elias pulled back self-satisfied. Phyrra's lips were bruised red, no longer curled in a snarl, the watery crystals of her eyes delighted him. She seemed to have submitted to the truth. That was more like it.
Rhys was looking at her sombre as she climbed silently on his back. That was it. She had a glorious taste of freedom, but nothing good ever lasted.
"Come, you all. Let's go home." Elias smirked at the elf girl before disappearing through the hole. The golems dutifully followed the command, entering the void as well. Phyrra gripped Rhys mane in desperation, forcing him to stop and look at her. Out of sight from the others, Phyrra had a frantic plea.
"Rhys, you don't have to do this. I got out, you can too!" The centaur was the picture of the conflict within. His twitch to stomp his hooves showed Phyrra's his tell. She was getting to him. He had never been witness to Elias being so cruel to her. The lies he told himself were too hard to believe faced with the facts. Phyrra's tearful face breaking his resolve.
"Elias is too powerful." He grasped at straws. He said it aloud to tell himself more than her… It couldn't be that easy.
"No, he isn't! If he was, he wouldn't need all of us around to do his dirty work. Please, Rhys, these people can help, are helping me. This is our chance!"
"Phyrra, I thought you were on our side. How can you team with these humans?" Phyrra had never seen the centaur look so disappointed, "with that devil?" Phyrra had to be brainwashed or something. Rhys might be considered simple, but he knew he couldn't trust a demon.
"It's not like that at all. Elias is more of a monster, a devil than Hellboy ever could be. I've been treated with nothing but kindness. Respect since I've come here." She continued her white-knuckled grip on his mane. He looked at her with the open, honest eyes of someone she called a friend. She knew she could make him see right.
"I will die if I go back there. You will be killing me."
"Don't speak like that, Phyrra. I know-"
Major Daimo was rounding the corner, propping some large weapon upon his shoulder. Phyrra only had time to register it was him before her ears were ringing and she was being thrown from Rhys's back.
Phyrra was dazed, looked up at the ceiling. What was that? Regaining her sense of urgency she flipped over, locating Ben propped up against the wall. She gasped at the sight of him. The debris from the hole blasted in the wall had collapsed on him.
The hole, however, seemed to have been filled in. Elias and Mordecai were surprisingly out of sight, obviously now behind the newly sudden wall. Rhys was lying unconscious thrown from the blast.
Phyrra had no idea what just transpired but prioritized Ben, who was gasping in pain. Alice the other night had divulged that Ben had the unique ability to shift into a Jaguar, but she didn't know how much physical pain he could handle. She knew Rhys to be a veritable Brickhouse, all centaurs were unfathomably strong.
"Bloody Hell! That didn't exactly go as planned…Argh! You might want to back up…"
Ben cursed the lab rats. The instant cement might have seemed to do the trick, the bastards were now frozen in the substance blessed by holy priests. They had to be quite uncomfortably surprised. The blast from the capsule, on the downside, shook the roof unexpectedly loose.
He felt his skin beginning to rip in his cheek, needing to stress to her how important it was she get away. Hellboy would kill him if he harmed her accidentally.
"Stay calm." Phyrra didn't listen to the advice, instead, her skin began to glow as Ben watched as her magic raised from her body, swirling over his skin. The familiar throbbing, painful urge to shift dissolved in a way he had never experienced before. Back when he was taking the injections, the liquid flooded his bloodstream, calming his adrenaline. It left him numb and with almost a chilled feeling.
Phyrra was setting him on fire. It was what he imagined being struck by lightning was like, tingling and buzzing through. None of it was painful. Ben had experienced enough pain in his life, both mental and physical. It was the career path he had chosen, it knew how it felt. He had seen things no human man ever should in his life. Never had something compared. He hadn't had the pleasure of seeing Phyrra's magic yet, but being a recipient of it was something he wouldn't soon forget.
He was drifting, weightless as she pulled away, looking at him expectantly. He shook himself awake.
"Well, thank you. Guess we're even." Ben accepted her hand as he got up.
"Come on. The others will be on their way." The two of them started down the hall together, moving fast.
Her ankle was grabbed, causing her to tumble.
Like something out of a horror movie, black tendrils oozed like blood from the bottom of the temporary wall. The shape formed to reveal Mordecai's head and arms, his body struggling to escape.
"When we get out of here bitch, there's nowhere you'll be able to run." Phyrra kicked at the fierce hold on her, Ben grabbed at her hands, both pulling at her like taffy.
"I'm never going back there. You cannot make me!"
"Phyrra! Let her go right now!" It was Hellboy, running in, guns blazing. Behind him were Alice and Binx. Thankfully, Elias so enamoured with his trophy didn't even take notice of the pixie escaping to get the team.
"Oi! Get your hands off her, wanker!" Alice ran up to the vampire holding her friend hostage, happily unloading the garlic-infused bullets into the creature. Phyrra was very clever divulging her captor's origins, made it much easier to make them hurt. Mordecai howled as the impact was made. He needed to escape. Slinking back into this acid bath of a trap, he sought out Elias's aura through the seal.
All was silent as the group reconvened.
"What happened Phyrra? You've got blood on you!" Phyrra looked down to see that Elias did break her skin, it was since healed since she helped out the Major. It left behind dried streaks like rain down her arms. She could only imagine how her face looked. She could feel her lips were swollen.
"Not now." Phyrra would explain to the pixie the assault later, under less stressful circumstances.
"That motherfucker! What did he do to you?!" Alice didn't sound as concerned as Binx, she was just angry. The medium grabbed Phyrra's face, in a much gentler fashion than Elias had. Phyrra knew her friend was just inspecting the damage, angry for her rather than at her. She still felt tears come to her eyes. Too guilty to voice it aloud.
"Alice, let go of her." Hellboy was quiet, his tone didn't display his thoughts. He wasn't angry. He was furious. Phyrra looked like shit. Blood tracks mixed with her markings, tinting them a strange orange. She looked at the medium with such sadness, a wide forlorn contemplation. He was sick to think of what happened. She was wearing her clothes so it was improbable, but he still wanted to vomit. He wanted to break down this wall and find him, just to tear him apart from himself. Now was not the time, he couldn't hear what had transpired without taking action. They needed to get out of here.
"Right, sorry. That bastard! Come on, let's get to the chopper," Alice took Phyrra's hand instead, beginning to turn away. Phyrra glanced over to Rhys, continuing to not move on the floor. She had to make sure he was breathing. She broke Alice's hold, ignoring her protests as she ran to the centaur.
"Phyrra, come on!" She turned back to the people she called her new friends, so thankful to each of them for different reasons. All were looking at her expectantly.
"You all wouldn't understand. Rhys is my friend, no matter what." Phyrra dropped to her knees, placing her hands on his mane, brushing down onto his body, feeling his strong heartbeat against her palm. She breathed a sigh of relief. She couldn't wait for him to wake up, that was too dangerous.
Now that she knew, she wouldn't stop until she made him realize how it felt.
Phyrra stood back up and went to return to the group waiting for her.
"Phyrra, the book!" Phyrra thanked the pixie, not realizing the most important thing of all.
She jumped over the broken door to reach her room, grabbing desperately at the object on the floor. Tucking in under her arm, she whirled around. Everyone realized what she was doing as she climbed back over with the item.
The foursome took charging down the corridor. Phyrra was relieved to see no one on the premises, the damage contained to the one area. She was panting with exertion, beginning to fall behind the three. Hellboy turned back when he saw she wasn't keeping up.
"I'll carry you," Phyrra wished to protest, but decided against it as Hellboy scooped her up in his arms. It was a very nice place to be. He was careful in his hold as they continued to the landing strip, not jostling her.
Hellboy remembered how tired Phyrra got after she used her magic, but who she healed remained a mystery to him. He tried not to think about it.
Having Phyrra back in his arms was intoxicating. She was so light and warm against him, cuddled against his chest, her arms around his shoulders to hold herself up. Agents were waiting to load them into the aircraft
Trevor was thankfully already in the helicopter. He hadn't lied to Phyrra when he said they had planned for Elias's eventual retaliation. The B.P.R.D had some of the most intelligent inventors of scientific and magical weapons in the known universe. They had been dealing with the biggest baddies in creation for a long time. Elias was barking up the wrong tree.
He saw Phyrra entering the chopper worse for wear, and decided he was to double the security he placed on Phyrra. Until his boy gained courage, she would need someone around at all times.
Ben relieved the young agent out of the pilot seat, preferring the fly himself out. Alice sat beside the Professor, opposite to Hellboy and Phyrra.
They were in the air, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"Are you okay?" Hellboy asked Phyrra, helping to strap her in before sitting beside her, using his concern as an excuse to do so.
She couldn't stop herself from shifted closer to him, the childish desire to hide in his jacket. He was too sweet, doing so much for her.
He had saved her once again. She didn't think she could ever repay him.
"For a moment… I thought he had me again."
"I'll never let that happen Phyrra. You're safe with me." She sincerely hoped he was telling the truth. It was so easy to believe the words, Hellboy seemed like the kind of creature to hold to his words. Phyrra was pleased by it.
"We'll be at the New York division in a few hours. They won't be able to follow us there, we've provided them with a most interesting diversion." Trevor spoke in a hushed, quiet tone. He observed the possession. "Lovely work. I'm certain we'll have your memories back in no time, dear."
Phyrra smiled at the older gentleman patting her on the back of the hand, locking eyes with Alice who leaned forward to give an affectionate squeeze to the elf girl's shoulder.
"He's not going to win. Hell will freeze over before we let you get away," Alice was more determined than ever to beat this warlock. First, he had fucked with her job, now he was fucking with her friends.
Phyrra couldn't stop the yawn. Healing Ben had sapped her energy, and her adrenaline was wearing off. The elf girl clutched the precious material in her arms and snuggled against Hellboy's warm embrace, she breathed deep. Hellboy always smelled masculine, strange like sulphur. Phyrra didn't mind, it was a heady, soothing scent.
As sleepy as she was, she was unconcerned about propriety. She needed to replace the awful feeling on her lips. Hellboy could assist with that, she believed he wouldn't mind. He had shown he could be a helping hand enough times. She couldn't reach his cheek, sleepily she pressed her lips to his neck, where his scent was strongest. The heat from his skin sizzled the stain from Elias away and left her content. She settled her head on his shoulder, dozing quickly.
Hellboy felt the breeze of her breath before her lips pressed to his neck. He shivered at the contact, how could just her lips send tingles through his whole body? He knew she was once again innocently finding a way to thank him, it still filled him with feelings unexplored. He wanted to say something else comforting, but she was already fast asleep.
A/N: lol alright ya'll thoughts? The middle of stories is where I have the most trouble like I know how I want this all to end, but how we get there is still only vaguely planned out. Until next time, thank you for checking this out!
Translations:
Audi, vide, taci. - hear, see, be silent.
