This is my first story on here. Please let me know what you think, good or bad. I'm not picky. Anything helps. Later on in the story, there might be some out of character behavior, but the reason is explained later. Oh, well, I'll stop rambling and let you get to the story!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hellboy and I'm not getting any money or anything out of this. It would be cool if I did, but... I'm not Mike Mignolia nor Guillermo del Toro. So, this is my disclaimer for the entire story. :-) The only thing I own is Laura Davis and the story line.

Hi. Well, uh, if you want to know my story, I guess I should start with my name. I'm Laura. Laura Davis. And there's something you should know about me… I'm blind. Well, I can't see with my eyes, but my senses are hypersensitive. I don't know why, but I was like that even before I lost my sight. I was caught in our house when it burned. My parents didn't make it. Somehow I managed to get out alive with only my lost sight. The doctors told me that I was a medical miracle because I had no burns! It was probably thanks to a firefighter and my friend, John. They helped me out… It was more like dragging because I wanted to save my parents, but… Anyway, you may have heard of my friend. He's an FBI agent: John T. Myers. Ever since the fire, I've been staying with some family, but we don't get along. John offered to take me somewhere, some place that's like a house, where I might get along with others. He's coming to pick me up today or tomorrow. I think I hear his car now…

"Hey Laura."

"Hi, John."

"Are you ready to go?"

"Yeah. My bags are in here." I walked into the living room and felt John walking behind me.

"It kills me how you don't trip over anything."

"I've told you. I have heightened senses."

"Laura! Get the cookies out of the oven!" That was my aunt.

"Hang on," I said to John. He followed my anyway.

"Don't you need a potholder?" he asked as I pulled the tray from the oven.

"Nope." I set it down and showed him my hands. "No burns." He tapped the tray with his finger and jumped back.

"That's hot!"

"Just because I don't get burned doesn't mean you won't either." I handed him some ointment.

"You never get burned, do you?"

"No, not since…" I stopped. John placed his hand on my shoulder and I covered it with mine.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up."

"It's not you fault. You didn't cause the fire. I should be over it now."

"I know." He paused. "Let's get you bags in the car." I went to pick up a bag, but John grabbed them both before I could. "It's just two bags. I got it covered."

"Fine. I need to go get my books. Meet you at the car."

I slowly walked out to the car, put my stuff in the back, and sat up front.

"I think you'll like everybody," John told me.

"Are they anything like my family?"

"No."

"Then I'll be fine." We rode silently the rest of the way.

When we entered the house, I could feel presences. John led me up to the first.

"Laura, this is Liz. Liz, Laura," he introduce and we shook hands.

"You're hot," I said and her hand stilled. "I meant heat-wise, since I can't see. Are you involved in fire of any kind?"

"Yeah." And that's all she said.

"Nice to meet you." I felt the air movements as she nodded; then John led me to the next person. He was some kind of amphibious creature with webbed hands.

"Laura, this is Abraham Sapien. Abe for short," John said. We shook hands and I noticed that he was wearing gloves.

"Nice to meet you," I said politely.

"My pleasure," he responded. I like his voice; it's soft and sweet. John led me to the person next to Abe.

"Laura, this is Hellboy. Or, as I like to call him, HB or Red." I stuck out my hand and he grasped it. Whoa! His hand was huge and as hard as a rock! I rapped it gently with my knuckles.

"I don't mean to be rude, but is your hand a rock?"

"Well, yeah. I was born with it and it has come in pretty handy." His voice was rough and deep. I kind of like it, too.

"Cool." I let go and lifted my head to face his, though I still couldn't see what he looked like. From the position of everything, and the movement of air as he breathed, I could tell he was tall…and big. "You're a big guy, aren't you?"

"Yep," he replied with a hint of pride. John propelled me to a small group of people. There was a man in front who walked forward to shake my hand.

"I'm Tom Manning. I run the place," he said. I shook his hand. Behind me, I heard Hellboy whispering to Abe.

"Or he tries to," Hellboy whispered. I couldn't believe so big a creature could be so quiet. No one seemed to hear him besides Abe, so I turned my attention back to the man in front of me.

"I'm Laura. It's nice to meet you."

"Now, shall I show you to your room?" John asked.

"Sure." I moved towards him, but stopped when I heard a cat. Everyone stared at me. "Whose cat?" They all looked in the direction I pointed. When they looked back, I had knelt on the ground and called the cat to me. It followed the sound of my voice and rubbed its head on my hand.

"Be careful. That's Buster, and he doesn't normally…" I picked up Buster and he purred, "like new people." That was Hellboy or Red or HB (whatever you want to call him) talking to me. "I'll be damned."

"What am I supposed to call you?" I asked.

"I told you, his name—"

"No, I was talking about you," I answered. "I heard you say Buster's name." I could sense him look at John, who shrugged, and then back at me.

"What do you want to call me?"

"Which do you prefer?" He sighed.

"Are you being difficult on purpose?"

"No." I tried not to, but I couldn't help a smile.

"Whatever," he said.

"Ok. Then I'll call you 'Whatever.'" I could feel the mirth in the room, so I grinned wider. When he laughed, I thought we'd get along fine. He patted me on the back.

"You're all right." John took me by the arm and led me down a hall to a large room and set my bags near the bed.

"Let me know if you need anything," he said.

"Okay. Thanks, John."

"You know, almost everyone calls me Myers."

"I know, but you'll always be John to me."

"See you in the morning."

"I'm sure you will."

"Sorry." He was sheepish.

"Think nothing of it." He closed the door and it was then that I realized that I still had Buster; he was purring loudly, so I don't know how I forgot. I lay down and he curled up on my stomach. It wasn't long until I was asleep.

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Later that night, Hellboy realized that Buster was missing, so he went to Laura's room quietly, thinking he might still be with her. He was right. Buster lay curled on her stomach. Oh, well, he thought, it's just for tonight. He'll be fine. So HB left, just as quietly as he had come. Laura didn't even stir.

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I awoke the next morning with a cat sitting on me. Actually, a multitude of cats. I recognized Buster as the heaviest one. I sat up and they all moved onto the bed, sitting beside me and waiting for me to get dressed.

When I left my room, I picked up Buster and could sense the other cats following me. For some reason, there was a lot of commotion outside in the hallway and library.

"Where the hell are they?" I heard Hellboy ask. I wonder who or what they're looking for… I walked into the library and felt them all still and look towards me.

"What are you looking for?" I asked.

"Them," Hellboy said. I just realized that his name backwards is funny; it's Yoblleh. I'll see what he thinks later.

"The cats?"

"Yeah."

"I just woke up and they were in my room. Here," I handed Buster to him. Every cat rubbed on my legs before heading in the direction I assumed to be Yoblleh's room. "What's for breakfast?"

"Myers?"

"Uh, pancakes," John stated.

"Yum," I said and followed them to a place with a table, chairs, and a counter. It could have been a kitchen, but I couldn't feel any other objects. I put a hand on the counter and hit it on a huge bowl about two feet in diameter. "Whose bowl is this?"

"Mine," Yoblleh answered.

"Pancakes?"

"Yep." He must have a huge appetite! We sat at the table and I was handed a plate with a few pancakes on it. When I had finished, I excused myself and headed back to my room. Occasionally, I had to feel my way back since I didn't know the house yet, but I think I did well. As I was heading back, I heard John and Yoblleh talking. "Myers, you know I prefer to eat in my room."

"I know, but you need to get to know her."

"She didn't even talk! Now, she's left."

"You didn't talk either," Liz countered.

"Give her a chance. She hasn't had a great life and she's never really fit in," John continued.

"Well, gee, neither have we."

"At least you didn't lose your sight and parents on the same day!"

"I lost my father!" HB was growing quiet.

"At least you can still see and enjoy the world. She's had to change her entire lifestyle to adjust." If they said anything else, I didn't hear it; I ran the rest of the way back.

I tried not to cry, but I couldn't stop the tears. The realization that I couldn't even fit in with…other weird people (I can't bring myself to call us freaks) just hurt. Guess John was wrong. I heard a knock on the door. Thankful that my tears were silent, I moved to the window.

"Come in," I said. I turned my head slightly to listen.

"Hello," he said quietly. It was Hellboy, HB, Red, whatever. I guess it doesn't matter if I'm going to leave. That thought surprised me; I don't know when I decided, I just did. "May I turn on the lights?"

"Yeah, sure. I didn't realize they were off. Then again, why would I, since I'm blind!" I felt something brush my legs. I knelt by the window and scratched Buster's head.

"What's wrong?"

"What does it matter?" I stood and held Buster. "I'm sorry they keep following me." He took Buster and I moved back to the window.

"Have you been crying?" I bowed my head and wiped my face.

"I didn't think it was noticeable. I'm sorry."

"Why? There's nothing to be sorry for. It wasn't your fault that all my cats were in your room."

"They're all yours?"

"Yeah. I like cats." I nodded.

"I'm sorry that you had to sit at the table in whatever room we were in. I heard that you prefer your room. I feel the same way."

"I didn't have to be in there."

"But you didn't want to." He was silent. "I heard you. In case John forgot to tell you, I have heightened senses…everything but sight."

"I apologize. I didn't know you could hear me."

"No one ever does." I paused, sighed, and continued. "Don't worry. You won't have to deal with me for long."

TBC

Dun-dun-dun!

Will she stay or will she go?

Find out in the next chapter.