Males were so conceited! Jade paced her room internally screaming. How dare he? He couldn't presume to know anything about feline culture! Canines don't understand cats. They're simple. They don't want to take the time to understand cats. They're lazy! He should be honored she was even considering talking to him.
Jade paced as these thoughts raced through her head. If she were home, she could go onto the roof of the warehouse where she and her friends usually hung out, but that wasn't an option here. She was not allowed out of the base. Another thought entered her head: "What the Professor doesn't know…." Jade shook her head. No sense in worrying the Professor, he was no part of this. Her pacing led her to Hellboy's door. It was big and silver and heavy looking. It opened, as though someone knew she was there. Big Red nearly tripped over her.
"Woah! Hey, kit, you good?" he asked, catching her in his stone hand.
"Yeah," she said as he set her on her feetpaws.
"You sure? Don't look so good. Come on, I need a beer."
Abe could hear growling coming from a small, dark corner in the library that he refused to check out. He could hear mumbling about Bram Stoker and how that man was supposed to fork over some large sum of money. No one liked Baskerville when he was angry. At least this time he was taking it out on the authors and not the shooting range. Bullets are expensive.
The ictheo crept around the shelves until he found Baskerville with a bottle of mead and a packet of blood as a chaser. He sat across from the dog in the other chair. He sat back and made himself comfortable, crossing one ankle across his knee.
"Is that the wisest thing you've ever done, Abraham?" Baskerville asked with a sneer in his voice.
"Probably not," he answered. "Then again is it wise for you to try and ingest human food?"
"Alcohol does not count as food."
"Let's not tell Red that."
It took a little while for Baskerville's lips to loosen. A little more mead, a little more blood. He was convinced the cat was terrified of him. This was going to be a long night.
"I'm not scared of him," Jade said finally. "He's just too stubborn to hear an alternate theory," she dropped the last bit of cookie into her mouth. "He's pigheaded."
"That dog's seen more human history than I have," Hellboy slurred a bit. He'd had five. Jade would never touch the stuff. "And he's seen more people afraid of him than I have. Most I ever get is 'You're ugly!' He gets the worst of it. People riot with pitchforks and torches for him."
"I don't get it, so he has 6 eyes," Jade grabbed another cookie.
"That's a story he's going to have to tell you," he took the cookie from her. "And you're going to shoot your blood sugar up."
"But my cookie!"
"Nope. Not taking you to the infirmary. He'll try to kill me again. Baskerville thinks the world of you. And you nearly dying twice in one night…..Not good."
Hellboy walked her back to her bedroom. They all needed some semblance of sleep. As she shut her light off, she never noticed red glowing eyes in the corner.