Wings dipped in Red Chapter 2, a hellboy fanfic

Angel yawned as she stretched. The raincoat shifted with her movement and the early morning light hit her. She sat up looking around confused until the memories of the night before flickered. She looked down at her right arm where a bracelet laid. She tilted her wrist to see the burnt wound all puckered and red. It had been a while since she felt that red-hot burning pain, but it needed to be done or otherwise she'd be driven insane by the itching. She sighed in relief when she realized the sensation in her back was gone. It's a short relief but a relief, nonetheless.

She looked down to see the unknown raincoat covering her. She realized she was holding a piece of paper that she didn't have before. She opened it.

I saw you last night, the rain jacket's mine. HB

344-259-9845.

She looked at the jacket and picked it up. She pulled it to her face and smelled it. It smelled of brimstone and smoke. Her clothes were semi-dry, so she swung it over and put it on. It was too big for her. The sleeves elongated way past her arms. He must have been a big man. At least she assumed it was a man. She'd hoped it was a man because otherwise…

She knew the world she lived in was different and she couldn't assume that it wasn't someone like her. She shook her head from those thoughts and glanced at the card again. HB. Who was that?

Angel looked up then around to the early morning sun and realized with a start. It was morning. As in the day after yesterday.

Shit!

She was late for work. Very late. She quickly scrambled to stand up, almost tripping over the overcoat. She took off the coat as she headed towards the roof door. She went down the steps as quickly as she could and landed on the 4th floor. She let the door slam behind her as she ran to her apartment door. Thankfully, she didn't think to lock it last night. So unlike her.

She opened the door and let it shut behind her. She set the coat down on one of her little chairs in the living room and went to the small island in her kitchen where she found her old flip-phone. She picked it up and groaned when she saw the time. She was very, very late…to the point that she missed her shift. Her fingers clicked out a number and she put it to her ear.

Luckily her boss didn't answer, and she left a message of apology. At this point, she figured she might have lost her job. She let the phone drop to the island and turned around, leaning back on the furniture. She spotted the coat. She glanced down in her hand where she still held the card. She grabbed the phone and dialed the number.

This is HB, leave a message.

"Umm…Hi. You left me your card…I have your jacket? Sorry…My name is Angel. Come back later this evening or tomorrow if you're too busy, and umm…you can get it back. I guess…Sorry, I'm not good with phones. Anyways…text me back at this number!"

Angel clicked END and her faced reddened in embarrassment.

That was so stupid.

Hellboy groaned as he woke up. He rolled over in his bed, his blanket shifting down to reveal a large red chest, with wisps of black hair. He sat up. The blanket pooled around his legs as he rubbed his face, attempting to rub the sleep from his eyes. He had been right. He did have a mission when he had come back from that apartment early yesterday morning. Luckily it was just a simple one in town. A little pest to eliminate.

He looked over to his bedside table and spotted his phone. He leaned over and picked it up. The screen stayed black as he pushed buttons. His head dropped with a groan of exasperation. The phone was dead. He used his stoned arm to rummage around on the floor. A cat's paw snuck out and attacked his hand. He grunted.

"Come on cat, let me be," Hellboy snarled.

A meow replied. Finally, he found the charger and plugged it in. He leaned back as he let it drop on the bed. Moments later, his phone beeped, and he looked down to see a small red blinking light. He had a message. He lifted it up to listen.

By the time the message ended, Hellboy was grinning. He pulled the phone down and shot her a text.

Hey, this is HB. Just got your message.

He let the phone drop and he got out of bed. The blanket fell as he stood up stark naked. Only the cats had a view of his muscular body as he walked to his bathroom shower. He let the shower run hot before he stepped in. The phone beeped as the water ran down his body. He wanted to get out so he could read her text, but he really needed to scrub off yesterday's mission. The soap lathered as he scrubbed himself clean. He let the water rinse him off before he shut it off. Normally he would have stayed in longer to enjoy the heat massaging his sore muscles and maybe enjoy himself a little pleasure, but he really wanted to hear from this Angel.

He toweled himself off and then wrapped it around his bottom half. He walked out, steam following him out the door. He stepped over a few lounging cats. He got to the bed and leaned over to pick up the phone.

Hi! Sorry about that weird message. I'm usually better with texting than voice calls. I'm not a people person, even over the phone. I'm rambling now! Sheesh…Sorry, again, lol. Any chance you're available to come by this evening? I got your jacket dried and cleaned for you.

Hellboy snorted at her message. He thumbed a reply.

Don't even worry about the message. I thought it was a bit funny. Yeah, I can come by. What time is good?

He stood up and before he had the chance to drop it again, his phone dinged. He raised his eyebrow at the fast reply.

Why don't you come by around 4:30ish? Is that okay?

He thought for a moment. He really didn't have anything going on, short of a possible mission.

Yeah…send me your address.

A reply of her address came quickly. He realized it was the same building he had left her on. That was easy enough. He dropped the phone on the bed and went to get ready for the day.