Alright I don't own Hellboy, obviously.

Alright so I finally updated, this chapter is dealing with Voirreys past, not any of Nuada but dont you worry he will be in the next chapter. More lovey dovey stuff and some awesome action!!! Not to mention that this chapter is freakin' long as well, but enjoy all the same.

Chapter 5

I stepped out of the gym with my heart racing and my head spinning. What was I doing? Was I really going to put myself in a position to have a fling with Nuada? This was crazy, there was no way I was going to meet him in the library tonight. If I met him all I would be doing would be opening the door for more pain and suffering, for the both of us. After all how could I handle having a relationship when I was afraid to have the man I'm with touch me? That was no way to live. I had to end it. There was no other way. I would just go to the library and tell Nuada that there was no way we could do this. Then I would run away to Russia. Abe would be able to handle it without me now that there was a vaccine. Manning would be able to handle find whoever it was that was behind the infection.

Plucking up my courage I made my way to the hospital to check on my vaccine, praying that I wouldn't meet anyone on my way. I knew that if anyone were to see me they would notice right off my red face from my experience with Nuada. My complexion was very white and being in Russia that past few years didn't help.

When I walked into the hospital I was startled to see Nuala sitting on one of the exam tables. I almost turned back around to run out of the room but that would make her think I had done something wrong.

"Hello Nuala. What can I do for you?" I walked into the room pushing my hair out of my face and hoping that she didn't notice the redness of my complexion.

"I managed to cut my hand and Abe said I should come down here to have you look at it." I nodded as I pulled on exam gloves I triple layering since Nuada had said Nuala was the one with the talent.

"What did you cut it on?" I took her hand in mine gently keeping the physical contact to a minimum.

"I was cutting up fruit for my brother's room and it just slipped." I glanced up to look in her eyes. No matter how many creatures I encounter it always amazed me to look upon an elf. I had known a few in my years, but the pain and shame of what was happening to the world drew them into seclusion. On one occasion I had the honor of meeting her father before he met his demise.

"You have very pretty eyes Nuala." I said as I grabbed a swab to clean the cut, it wasn't too bad but stitches were needed to keep it closed.

"Thank you. I don't believe I have seen eyes quite like yours before." I laughed slightly as I prepared my tools.

"Yeah I've heard that before. I'm sorry, I'll have to stitch you up, I've drained myself too much in the past few days to get away with healing you."

"I understand." She held still while I stitched up her hand.

She didn't move or anything while I stitched her up, thank goodness, considering I barely touched her. I was fine with getting to know her but there was no way I was going to let her dive into my past. I hadn't even come to terms with what had happened to me all those years ago, why I would let some stranger into it.

"How long have you known Hell Boy?" She asked just as I finished putting the dressing on her hand.

"You'll have to change that every day. I've known him since he was brought to the states, so just about his whole life." I smiled pulling off my gloves and put them in the garbage.

"It seems strange, but I believe I have seen you before." Nuala reached her hand out as if she was planning to touch me but I backed away from her as fast as I possibly could.

"If you'll excuse me, I need to check on the vaccine." I turned my back on her hoping that she would just leave.

"I'm sorry, I'll leave you to your work."

I didn't move until I was sure she was gone, once she was gone I locked the door so that I wouldn't be disturbed the rest of the night. I would hide here. No one but me had a key and I was sure there wasn't a person on the base that could pick it. I would be safe. Safe from prying elves and the constant tension I felt in my neck when I was around so many people. In Russia I worked alone and no one bothered me.

I did check on the vaccine and found it was coming along perfectly. With that out of the way I laid back onto the exam table Nuala had been sitting on just a few minutes before. Knowing that the alarm could sound any moment I didn't think I would be able to get any sleep. Not that I ever got much sleep anyhow. With my special talent I didn't need to sleep as much as most people, the longest amount of time I had gone without sleep had been about nine months. I'm sure I could go longer but when you have to heal a man on the brink of death it takes a lot out of a person. I hadn't realized I had fallen asleep until I was jolted awake by the pounding on the door.

"Voirrey, didn't you hear the alarm?" It was Liz shouting through the door.

"What's happened?" I asked as I fell off the table.

"There has been a break in, there are men swarming into the compound."

"What, that's not possible." I flew out the door and followed Liz down the hall.

"We didn't detect the break in right away, they're looking for something but we're not sure what. They've already taken out five of our agents." She grabbed me by the arm as she pulled me down a side hallway. "We need to get armed and ready."

"Where's H.B.?" I asked as we stepped into the locker room trying to find me a gun and a vest.

"He's in the thick of it. We need to get to him as soon as possible, there are just so many of them that I don't know if we can hold them off."

"Are your children safe?" I asked quickly as I strapped my sword to my back.

"Yes, they're locked away on the next level. H.B. and I and a few others are the only ones who know the pass code to get them out."

We ran down the hall again as I began to hear gun shots and men shouting. It hit me before I had a chance to react, I saw it before I felt it. The shot gun blast hit me square in the chest sending me flying back into the wall. The wind was knocked out of me for a few seconds, I just sat there against the wall trying to open my rib cage but it just didn't want to cooperate. I've had this happen to me before but every time it seemed like hours before I could breathe again.

"V, are you alright?" Liz was right there next to me, such a good girl.

Just as I was ready to stand and continue on our way another man jumped around the corner hitting me once again in the chest with a shot gun. I gasped in pain as I fell back onto the floor, I hadn't been assaulted like this before in years and when I had it had been arrows. With how many holes where in my chest I was bad off.

"V, let's go." She grabbed me by the arm throwing it over her neck lifting me off the ground. We ran down the hall as fast as we were able, it would seem that no matter how hard I tried healing myself would take an extra force that at this point I wouldn't be able to manage.

"Liz, we need to find a place where I can sit and heal myself. I can't do it if we are running like this." I was breathing hard as I clutched my chest wishing that I had been able to sleep longer.

"Come on V, we just need to get down the hall way and then we'll be clear. Red is just ahead of us, we just need to make it that far, you can make it."

"Then you better hurry your ass up." My head lulled to the side as Liz carried most of my weight. She had always been taller than me so it was easy for her to carry most of my weight.

My vision became blurry as we made it down the hall, I saw H.B. open a door just a crack then threw it open and ran out to meet us. Luckily for us there was no one else in the hall.

"What happened?" He asked as he bent down quickly to lift me into his arms.

"She's been shot with a shot gun, twice." She said quickly as she quickly shut the door.

"Twice?" H.B. placed me on the floor huddling over me. "V, are you going to be alright?"

"I think so. Is Abe in here?" I panted trying to keep consciousness as long as possible.

"I am here. What do you need?" Abe bent over me looking at my face.

"I can't heal until all the shot gun pellets taken out before I can heal. If I fall asleep before you get them all out I won't be able to heal until they are all out." I had to use all my effort to not fall asleep while I talked to him. "Liz, I need you to help me take my shirt off. I might sleep for a long time so feel free to lock my in the room till it's safe."

I dropped off just as I felt Abe reach into my skin pulling out one of the pellets.

Even though it was dark I knew exactly where I was. I was home, well not really home I had never considered it my home. I was in my father's home. Fear had always accompanied me while I was here. I had hated my father more than anything else in my life, not only hated but feared. I sat up in my bed hoping that I would be able to run away out the window like I had always done before. I tied the sheets together and threw them out the window and begun to climb down. Just like it had happened then I fell half way down dislocating my shoulder and breaking my arm in the process. I gasped in pain as I grasped my arm., I couldn't decide which hurt more my arm or my shoulder. Even with my injury I had to get away, I didn't care if I had to scrounge for food there was no way I was going to stay in this place another night.

I ran in the woods for what felt like hours until I came to a small hut with smoke billowing out of the roof. Slowly I made my way to the hut hoping who ever lived there that they would be able to give me bread and a safe place to sleep for the night. To my surprise when I got close to the door a man stepped out holding a sword above his head. He was tall and had broad shoulders, clearly he had been a soldier of some kind.

"Who is there?" He bellowed into the darkness.

"Please do not hurt me, I only ask for bread and a place to sleep for the night." I moved into the light so that he knew it was only a woman that approached him. Even still he did not lower the sword.

"Are you alone?"

"Yes, please I don't know how long I have been wondering." I managed to make it just a few feet from him once he saw that I was injured he dropped his weapon and came to me.

"You are hurt." I nodded as my knees gave out under me. "Please let me help you."

He lifted me off the ground into his arms. I now was able to get a proper look at the man, he had a strong face that was scared many times over, and his dark hair pulled back off of his face giving me a very good look. I wasn't going to deny it, he was attractive, even with the scars. He sat me down in front of the fire that was in the middle of the room and began to inspect my wounds.

"What happened to you?"

"I fell out of my window."

"How did you manage that?" He laughed slightly as he pushed my sleeve up.

"I was climbing out of it at the time." I winced as his fingers ran along my arm.

"Your arm is broken and your shoulder is out of place." He glanced up at me. "Why were you climbing out of the window?"

"I am running away," just as I was about to say 'away from home' he snapped my shoulder back in place. I let out a scream I didn't think I was capable of doing.

"I'm sorry, but the distraction of what I was doing was necessary. If you had known you would have squirmed too much." He looked apologetic but I knew he really wasn't sorry. "Now continue what you were saying while I wrap your arm up. It is possible that it may need to be cut off if an infection takes hold."

"No more surprises I hope?"

"No more surprises." He bent over me again and began to wrap my arm. I watched him for a moment and when I finally decided that there wouldn't be another surprise I continued talking.

"I am running away from home and the only way out was my window."

"You couldn't go through the front door?"

"No. My father keeps my door lock from the outside." I grimaced when he finished wrapping my arm.

"We'll see in the morning if your arm will be well. Why did he keep the door locked?"

"I'm afraid I don't know you that well."

"Well, I know you. You are Lord Victor daughter, if the rumors are true of your father I can understand why you are running away." He moved back away from me to the opposite side of the fire but continued to stare at me.

"What do you know of my father?" I whispered viciously at him.

"Your father is a wicked man." He mumbled as he stabbed at the fire.

"Yes, he is wicked." I said as I laid back in front of the fire.

"Sleep, that is the best thing for you now." And then I was gone.

Slowly I felt myself rise from the darkness of my mind. Brantley. That had been his name; so many years had gone by that I feared I forgotten it. I hated sleeping. I thought I could hear someone humming but it was probably my imagination, who would be humming when the base was being taken over? When my eyes slowly opened I saw the ceiling above my bed. Was I in my room? I tried to raise my head but my neck was so stiff that I could hardly move it an inch, I let out a painful moan.

"What is your name?" I asked when I fully woke up. Judging by how he jumped I knew I took him off guard.

"I didn't think you would wake for hours." He smiled at me from over the fire.

"How long have I slept for?" I looked around seeing that it was still dark outside.

"Not very long at all, you need to get more if you are going to recover properly." He poked a stick into the fire causing it to flair to life.

"I feel much better now actually. So, what is your name?" I smiled at him from under the skins he had thrown over me.

"Brantley, what is yours?" He cocked his head to the side as he regarded me.

"Voirrey."

I rose quickly moving to my bathroom. Once I had to door shut and locked I fell to the floor and began to cry harder than I had in years. The floor was cold but I didn't care, it felt remarkably good. I hadn't cried like this in so many years it felt strangely odd, almost as if I had forgot what it felt like to cry. My face was becoming puffy from my crying, but I just couldn't help but think of him. My first love, Brantley one of the best men I had ever known.

"Well, that is a mighty fine name, Voirrey. Do you know what it means?" He cocked a smile at me that took me by surprise. It completely changed the way his face looked, one second he was brooding and the next he was warm and inviting.

"No, do you know what yours means?" I laughed slightly as I looked at him.

"No." He laughed again. "I suppose I might as well see how you're healing up." He moved around the fire to me and lifted off the skins.

He gently touched my shoulder as he moved down to my arm his face changed from worry to amazement. He gave my shoulder a hard squeeze, but it didn't hurt.

"Did that hurt?" He asked sharply as he looked up at me.

"A little, but not too bad." I cringed as I saw Brantley pull back the cloth he had wrapped my arm in. He just about fell backwards when he looked at my completely healed arm.

"What is it?"

"You're completely healed, in just a manor of hours." He was spooked and his reaction sent me into a wave of panic.

"What? I don't understand? How could I possibly be healed? I fell, I…" But I became speechless not knowing what to make of it. I poked at my shoulder and my arm surprised that it didn't hurt one bit the bruising wasn't even there not even a scare.

"Not alone." Brantley whispered as he took a step away from me.

"What? I don't understand?" I began to cry from his behavior, it was a bad idea to run away from my father. I stood quickly not wanting to look at Brantley any longer, I wasn't safe here any longer. I ran for the door but Brantley grabbed me around the waist holding me back from the door.

"Wait, Voirrey, don't leave." He pulled me back in front of the fire.

"Let me go. I never should have ran away from home, this was a huge mistake." I tried to fight against his grip but there was no chance of me breaking free from him.

"Voirrey, please, I'm not going to harm you." He held both of my hands to my sides looking into my face trying to make me understand.

"Brantley, I don't understand. What is wrong with me?"

"Nothing, absolutely nothing is wrong with you." He smiled as he thumbed away the tears from my cheeks. I jumped when I saw him pull a small knife from his belt, he had lied to me he was going to kill me. "No, no, I meant what I said I will not harm you. Let me show you."

Without hesitation he ran the knife along his palm spilling blood all over the floor of his hut. I let out a small scream as I tried once again to break free of him but he held me tight making me look at his palm. Before my eyes I saw the cut close and the bleeding stop. I looked at him in confusion, he healed right in front of my eyes just as I had.

"I'm like you Voirrey, I can heal myself. I'm not alone any longer you and I are the same." Still stunned I didn't think to fight him off when he pulled me tight against his chest. I just sat there with his arms wrapped tight around me listening to his steady breathing and his gentle heart beat.

I stood from the floor, afraid to look at myself in the mirror. The ghost of his arms still lingered around me as I looked back at my reflection. Before I knew what I was doing I began to bash my fists against the glass until it laid in shards in the bottom of the sink. This life wasn't fair, why couldn't I be one of the ones who got exactly what I wanted. But no, instead I was stuck in the endless cycle of torment.

The initial shock of what I had discovered with Brantley had worn off over the few months I spent with him. I fell in love quickly, how could you not love someone who was just like you? It was easy, Brantley was the best man I had ever known and possibly the best I will ever know. We moved around a lot, he told me it was because when people can see what we are capable of doing they will accuse us of being witches. I believed him instantly since that was my first thought when I had seen my healed shoulder and arm. Just after us being together for two months he found a priest that agreed to marry us, he even managed to give me a ring. It was just a simple metal band that he had arranged for a black smith to make but it didn't matter, I was his and he was mine. I was just grateful that I had someone to spend my life with.

But, just when I thought our life was perfect, just when everything was just the way it was supposed to be I made a mistake.

"Which of these do you like?" Brantley who had dragged me off to a small town to shop for cloth, was now meandering around a flower merchant.

"What? You want to pay for pretty flowers when you can just walk into a field to pick them?" I laughed as he picked up a pretty purple flower.

"Look, these match your eyes perfectly. You have the most amazing eyes, have I ever told you that?" He gave the vender a coin and turned to me sliding it behind my ear. "Perfect."

We were happy.

"Voirrey." I turned suddenly to find myself looking at the last person I never wanted to see again.

"Father." Immediately I turned to run but he grabbed me by the arm pulling me back.

"I thought you were dead." He began to shout at me in the middle of the square. I tried in vain as I fought him off, he tried to pull me away but I called out for Brantley who came just in time.

"Let her go!" He shouted as he pulled me away from my father. "Are you alright?" He asked me. All I could manage was a nod.

"Who do you think you are? That is my daughter, get away from her." He made a move as if he was going to grab me again but Brantley moved me away.

"Who do you think you are? She is my wife." We began to back away from him but Brantley slipped in the mud taking us both down.

We hadn't seen my fathers' men behind us with there had their weapons drawn and where about to charge when we fell. I managed only to cut the side of my face on the edge of the sword, Brantley got it in the shoulder, clean threw. We both laid there stunned at what had happened. Brantley grasped the end of the sword pulling to out, he grabbed me pulling me to my feet and we began to run. We ran for what felt like forever but it wasn't enough. We didn't even manage to get out of the village before my fathers' men caught us. When they saw that our wounds had vanished in just a few moments it was only a manner of minutes before my father ordered the building of a burning post.

We were witches after all.

I cried as they took me away from Brantley who attempted to fight them off but even with his amazing ability there were just way too many of them. They had beat him till his face was bloody but it didn't stay that way for long. The people of the village had grabbed whatever they could to throw at us.

I looked out over the crowd that had arranged itself around the burning post, which I was now tied to, and I saw the look of hate and fear that radiated back at me. Just like when I was little my father walked up to me and grabbed the sides of my face forcing me to look at him.

"I will make them spare your life if you agree to come back home with me. I will keep you safe, like I always have."

Looking into his eyes I felt the hatred that had been boiling up in my gut, "And what will happened to Brantley? Will you let him go as well?" My chin quivered as I looked up at him.

"There is nothing I can do for him, he will be dealt with."

"Then no, I would rather die than to go back with you." I heard a crack sound as he slapped me hard across the face.

"Bring the man!" He shouted to his men. "You had your chance." He looked at me as Brantley was knelt down in front of him.

I screamed as I watched my father behead my husband. I watched him smile as his limp body fall to the side. I fought against my bonds as I watched him lift his head up for all to see. "The witch is dead!" He shouted as he turned back to me, again that smile was on his face. The same smile he had on his face every time he came to my bedchamber at night. "Light her."

I screamed as my father watched me burn.

I unlocked the door to the bathroom and walked out into my bedroom. I fumbled with my bags looking for it. Only when all my clothes were flung all over the room did I finally find it. It hung on a simple chain, my wedding ring.

I jolted awake as the sun was setting. I was alive. I didn't feel any pain as I stood from the ground. My father had just flung me onto a dirt mound to rot. My hands were just as they had been well before the horrible events of the day. I sat in the dirt mound for I don't know how long crying and wishing that what had happened that day didn't really happen. But if I had survived, was it possible? I ran around the mound looking for him. When I did, all my hopes that I had built up vanished without a trace. His body laid there broken and bloody, his head was nowhere to be found. My father must have taken it.

The decision was simple at that point. It was a short journey; I didn't bother to stop for rest, I didn't need any. I wasn't stopped since I didn't bother to travel on any roads. Even if I had I would have been stopped since all my cloths had been burned off I was traveling naked. It only took me one days travel to arrive at the great stone wall that surrounded my father's estate. All I had to do was back track the way I had come out when I had run away that night and then he would be mine.

I stood in my room, it seemed foreign to me now. It had been my prison and I couldn't wait to leave it again. I rummaged through my cloths trying to find the right dress. It was red, and it had been my favorite while I lived here and for some reason my father had hated it sealing my love for it. I walked quietly through the hallways till I stood outside his room I had concealed under my sleeve a dagger that had been on Brantley's body, the one he had cut his palm with. I opened the door slowly to find my father sleeping in his bed. It didn't seem to bother him that his only daughter was dead and gone, well, I wasn't exactly that dead and I certainly was gone. I crept up to the bed and climbed onto it.

"Wake up father." I whispered in his ear. Slowly I saw him twitch in his sleep but still didn't manage to wake.

I put the dagger to his neck and that had been the key to waking him. He jolted awake eyes wide for his attacker. To his great surprise there sat his daughter, grinning at the possibility of his demise.

"You're dead." He whispered as he attempted to back away from her.

"Not so dead anymore." I moved with him not wanting him to get an inch over me so I sat on his chest looking down at him. "You killed my husband." My eyes welled up with tears but I refused to let them fall.

"Yes and I thought I killed you as well." He was shaking violently as I pushed the dagger into his skin.

"Where is his head?" I asked moving so that my face was only a few inches away from his.

"I burnt it just after you, as it says in the good book." Then he had the nerve to smile his nasty smile.

"I've hated you all my life and now you have actually given me a reason to kill you. It didn't matter all those times you came into my room it didn't matter all the times you beat me. But now, you have blood on your hands, my blood. I see it's time to do God's work and to rid the world of such an evil tyrant as you." I bent forward and kissed his forehead.

He opened his mouth to say something but I cut him off, well, cut his throat. I watched as his eyes bugged and his mouth gargle and then he just went limp. I stood off of the bed and walked to the window, I threw the knife down out of the window. I never saw it hit the ground since it was too dark but I heard it hit the rock path that circled around my father's home.

That night I killed my father.

That was the night I met the elves.