Abe Sapien and the Witch

Chapter One.

Abe found himself cornered in the underground cavern, his final bullets used and the trio of monstrous creatures edging ever closer, saliva oozing from widening jowls. A slash, and he was thrown back against the cold walls, purplish blood erupting from his wounds. He gasped, knees buckling from the pain, knowing he no longer had the strength to fight them off. Where was Red when you needed him the most?

An orange flash of flame, a deep heat flushed against his skin and he squinted his eyes against the sudden intensity of it. A dark silhouette stood between him and his enemies, arms half risen in concentration as the flames swept outwards. The wall of fire pushed the foul beasts further back, screeching and hissing with fear. A low, female voice mumbled words hurriedly, almost under her breath and the flames transformed from fire to ice, lethal daggers that flew at their assailants with a graceful arch of her arm.

The beasts ran at that point, injured and afraid of this new power, they delved back into the sewers. Red would take care of them, Abe was certain of it. "Thank you..." he started, his words clenching in his throat as the deep gashes on his chest flared with agony, and she turned to him.

Bending low, looking at his injuries, he was surprised by her lack of concern for how different he looked. He could sense no trace of fear or confusion from her, simply a warmth of mind, and concern.

"This may sting..." she added, her voice a sensual whisper that echoed in his mind dizzily. Was it the blood loss, he wasn't sure, but he was feeling weak and whoever she was, her presence calmed him.

Ungloving her hand quickly, she placed it upon the bare flesh of his chest, above the wound where his uniform had been torn. Abe saw everything. She was a witch. She was part of a coven, and not a particularly nice one at that. Born into it, she excelled at witchcraft and the use of magic but everything about her did not belong to that evil club of magical masters.

She saw everything within him too, felt a loneliness tear at her heart that mirrored her own, and a sadness from within this beautiful creature. Man, she found herself thinking, not a creature. He's a man.

More odd words rolled exotically from her tongue, Abe now understanding that her main power came from her spells, her words were how she conjured up most of her magic. A sharp pain seared across his chest and he groaned, his breathing becoming rapid again, gills agitated.

"It's almost over now..." she whispered, her free hand taking his in hers and holding it tightly. His head was swimming, a purplish glow was enveloping the two and he could smell violets very strongly, almost sickeningly. "I..." he started, before his eyes closed and he lost consciousness.

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Abe awoke in the healing tank at the B.P.R.D., Hellboy and Liz standing to the side as he blinked his eyes open to clear his vision.

"Sleeping beauty awakes" Hellboy drolled, pulling a cigar from the inner pocket of his long coat and lighting it. "You had us worried there, buddy."

"Well, I..." Abe started, feeling for the wound on his chest that was no longer there. All that remained was a lighter coloured area of skin where the creature's claws had seared his flesh, like old scar tissue long healed. "What...?"

"So, who was the chick?" Red added, Liz rolling her eyes alongside him and shaking her head.

"I honestly don't know..."

****

Abe had left the medical tank soon after, not feeling the need for it as honestly, he felt quite healthy. A bit light headed still, but that was nothing a good book and some spoiled eggs couldn't cure. He found himself alone in the library, Kraus was meeting with some old colleagues and Red was busy wooing Liz between rageful outbreaks.

Taking a tome from a shelf in the comfortable B.P.R.D. library he called home, thinking of where he might choose to sit and enjoy reading for a while, he was hit with a cold feeling, a sudden panic. Something was very wrong, but what? He felt the fins on his body stiffen, shoulders hunching as he laid the book aside. The lights began to blink on and off rapidly, and a dull vibration seemed to shake the air.

A bright flash, like a bolt of lightning hit the carpet in front of him, scorching it, and there she was. On her knees, she reached a bloodied hand up towards him, the other clutched desperately to the throat that had viciously been slit. She could hardly see through eyelids that were severely swollen, but she knew she had found him. She had used the last of her strength to follow that feeling, this...Abe.

They had found out about her illegal use of magic outside of coven grounds, and helping someone with her powers, no less. Unforgiveable. She had been beaten, mercilessly and the final blow had been when her own mother advanced on her with the ceremonial scabbard. Slit. Whether she died or not tonight, she would never use her magic again like she had before. You can't speak the words to a spell when you can't speak.

She couldn't form any words just strangled sounds, as blood bubbled thickly into her mouth. He caught her, strong arms supporting her as she collapsed forward, his hands trying to gently steer her forward to stop her from choking as he shouted for help. She could hear the clamouring of heavy footsteps, and an alarm had to sound off somewhere that seemed to grow more distant.

The last thing she saw were those beautiful, soulful eyes gazing down at her with fear and concern. She could hear nothing now, the pain was becoming duller as the life ebbed from her body, and all she could think about was getting lost in those peacefully large eyes, how they were like bright pools of hope. Why did it have to be this way...?

Authors note- Hi guys! This is my very first fanfic, I just really like Abe and there isn't an awful lot of Abe love about so I figure why not try to add some of my own? Things will no doubt get spicy as we progress, so be forewarned and I may try to add some drawings etc to fancy the place up. Pop a comment, let me know how you like it! ^_^