An eviction notice greeted him when he stopped in front of Angel's door. He yanked the notice off and shoved it into a pocket. He realized as he stood there that he didn't have a key to get in. He hoped it was unlocked but doubted it. He twisted the knob and sure enough, it was locked. He didn't want to go back to the bureau to ask her if she had it since it was highly likely she didn't with the way she had been taken.
He was ready to twist the knob to force pressure but when he spotted the mat under him, he paused. He wondered if she had left a spare one under there. With her being so sheltered for majority of her life, it's possible she never thought anyone would think she hid one under the mat.
He bent down and lifted it up. A small metal key greeted him, and he sighed. Of course she did. He'd have to talk to her about not doing that if she decided not to stay. He unlocked the door and stepped in. Darkness greeted him and he closed the door and locked it. He found the light switch and flicked it on. He looked around and spotted the broken plate on the kitchen floor. He bristled when he realized what might have happened here. Not letting the anger get to him, he pulled out the notice he had tugged off the door and looked at it.
As per the lease, you are hereby evicted for lack of rent payment. Please leave by the end of the week or the locks will be changed, and the contents inside will be sold.
More description of the lease was written at the bottom, but he got the gist of it. The landlord was shitty to put that clause in. If a tenant missed even just one payment and didn't rectify that within 24 hours, the landlord had cause to evict them.
Fuck.
Not only had she been attacked and such, now she lost the only home she made for herself since her father died. She had shitty luck lately. He stuffed the letter back in his pocket and pulled out his phone. It was late to call but he sent a text to Manning with a request for either agents or a moving company to pack up her belongings and get it into a nearby storage so she wouldn't lose her stuff.
Manning dinged back a reply stating that he would arrange it all. It was the least he could do after Agent Kit ignored his orders of observations. It would all be done by the next evening. Hellboy was thankful that Manning was willing to do this. He dropped the phone back into his pocket and looked around again. He spotted the open doorway to what he knew was her bedroom. He stepped in and looked around.
He'd never been in her bedroom and noted what he saw. A thick purple blanket was crumpled at the bed, indicating that she had left it in a hurry. The alarm clock at her bedside was blinking. He really had a hard time reigning in the anger now. They had turned off the power before they ambushed her. If he saw him, he'd kill him.
He took a breath and headed to the dresser against the wall. He dropped the first bag on top of it and unzipped it. He opened a drawer and began the process of taking out what he thought she'd might want and stuffed it into the bag. Lots of shorts, pants, and shirts. Even pajamas he found. He opened another drawer and socks, and underwear greeted him. She definitely needed that. Then he paused.
He raised an eyebrow at what he saw and the desire he had felt before came raging back. It was the book she had mentioned. Hidden in her underwear drawer. With no control over his hand, he found himself pulling it out and sitting on the bed. The cover had the corniest title he had ever heard of.
Sex for Newbies
He snorted at it and opened it up, curiosity driving him. He skimmed through a few pages. Descriptions of body parts and erogenous zones. He flipped through a few more and hit the chapters about various positions. With very explicit pictures. His eyes widened at some of them. Especially the ones he never had heard of.
A paper slipped out of the book and fell to the floor. He bent down and picked it up. A hand drawn image of a couple performing one of the more erotic positions had him twisting in his seat on the bed. He knew she had drawn this. He set it aside and flipped through the book and found more drawn images. She must have used this as a way of practicing her skills but damn…she was good.
He was hard as hell.
He slipped the papers back in and closed the book with a snap. He couldn't look through anymore. He stood up and shifted his pants, uncomfortable. He'd have to take care of himself later when he got back. He opened the other duffel bag and set the book in there. He went through more of the drawers and even the closet, filling it up. He stepped into the bathroom and picked through her toiletries she'd needed. Once he was satisfied, he zipped both bags up and slung them over his shoulders.
He stepped out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. He spotted some drawing tools and a sketchpad on the island and grabbed those. He was sure she'd want those. Then he did one last look around. He saw the painting on the wall he had admired before. He went over it and lifted it from the wall. He didn't want this one in storage. He wanted it in his room. Granted it wasn't the most happiness of image but a reminder to him of the mistake he had made in almost forcing her to stay chained up in her bracelet.
He headed to the door, feeling like he got everything she'd needed for the time being. He flicked the lights off and left the apartment, locking it behind him.