I couldn't help myself! I meant for the new Nuada/OC to come out WAY later, but I started writing and wanna post it now!

So enjoy!

Warnings: Swearing and suicide (but only in this chapter and nothing graphic!)

Disclaimers: We own nothing but Lyalispar and the plot.

1009 A.D, Bethmoora

Nuada swore as he ran, willing his legs to go faster. Dodging past trees and over roots, the elfin prince prayed he would reach her in time.

He did. The trees cleared and the cliff became visible—as did the young woman standing on the edge of it. Her long pewter hair wisped around her face in the wind, and her pants and sleeveless shirt were torn from running through the brambles. Her bright green-gray eyes flicked to the corner of her vision, to peer at the river that ran far below the drop. There were tear stains on her face and a rope around her neck, the other end of which was tied to a heavy rock she held in her hands.

Nuada ground to a halt and held out his hand, briefly wondering if he could sever the rope before the girl threw the rock. “Lya,” he pleaded, breathless, “Please, don’t.”

Lya shook her head. “I don’t have a choice, Nuada.”

The prince reached for his knife, about to throw. “Of course you do. Please don’t do this. I’m begging you!”

But Lya just shook her head, and threw the rock over the edge, the rope snapping taunt and pulling her over with it. Nuada’s blade whirled harmlessly over the edge, a second too late.

2009 A.D, Bureau of Paranormal Research and Defense

Hellboy, John, Abe, Liz, Johann and Clay sat in the library as Barry Manilow belted out his old classics. Hellboy had a hand on his girlfriend’s growing stomach, and John and Johann were playing chess, Clay hovering over them, watching. Abe sat in an armchair, flipping through his favorite blue poetry book. The fish-man sighed and glanced around the library. “I love this place. Why did we want to leave?”

Red snorted. “Because Manning’s an ass.” It had taken quite a bit of convincing and promises, but the Director had managed to get his freaks back to the BPRD. Then John had come home and—after he started speaking to Hellboy again—was enraged that they had wanted to leave him behind.

Liz yawned at the same time John groaned and slammed his hands on the chess table. The fire-starter glanced at the agent, who blushed. “Sorry. I lost.”

Clay rolled his eyes. “Surprise, surprise.” The playful jibe earned him an equally playful elbow in the ribs.

A sudden knock on the door startled the team, but not as much as the head that peeked into the library. It was a girl with hair the color of pure silver, and eyes a strange mix between green and gray. “Excuse me,” she said, her voice strange and otherworldly, “Could you possibly tell me where Director Manning is?”

Stunned, Hellboy raised a hand and pointed. Liz shook her head and slapped his arm down, then told the girl, “Just go down the hallway, take a left, and Manning’s office is the second door on the right.” The girl nodded and gave the fire-starter a small smile, then disappeared. The team could hear her footsteps walking down the hallway.

A few seconds later, Hellboy stood and headed toward the door. “Where are you going?” Abe asked him.

The demon gave Blue a look. “Where d’ya think? I’m goin’ after ‘er!”

Several minutes later, the team stopped in front of Manning’s office and peered inside. The girl was standing there, to Manning’s apparent unease. For once, Hellboy couldn’t blame him; the girl was one of the most outlandish things he had ever seen. She was wearing a dark green tunic that was cinched by a large and ornate belt at her hips. Her brown pants went down to mid-calf, revealing a pouch strapped to the girl’s ankle, just above a pair of black dancing slippers—almost like a ballerina’s. Her features were pronounced—thin shoulders and collarbone—and her face was eerily beautiful, almost scary in its perfection, from her pale complexion to her pointed ears.

Hellboy’s eyes narrowed. She was an elf.

Suddenly, Liz elbowed him. “Did you hear that?”

“What?”

Liz gave him a look. “She asked Manning for a job!”

The demon’s attention snapped back to the elf. “I would greatly appreciate it,” she was telling the stunned Director, “And I assure you I could be of use.”

Without knocking, or any other type of ceremony, Hellboy walked in and grabbed Manning’s arm, pulling him out of the room. “You ain’t seriously thinkin’ about givin’ her a job, are ya?” Hellboy growled. “Don’t ya remember the last elves we dealt with?”

The man pried the demon’s fingers off of his suit and glanced back at the elf. “Hellboy, you can’t be prejudice against an entire race just because of one of them!”

“Oh yeah? Watch me.”

“Excuse me, vhat is your name?”

The girl jumped. She had walked out of the office during Red and Manning’s conversation, and Johann’s question caught her by surprise. She bowed slightly. “My name is Lyalispar, but you may call me Lya.”

“What the hell kinda name is that?”

John and Liz both smacked the demon, and Abe explained, “An elfin one, of course. Lya means wolf, lis means sword and par means fist.” The icthyo-sapien glanced at Lya. “A warrior name.”

Hellboy arched an eyebrow. “So you can fight?” Without warning, his fist swung out. Lya ducked and rolled forward, her outstretched foot catching the demon’s groin. As Red crumpled, Clay let out a guffaw of surprise. Manning clapped his hands, and the demon shot them both a glare that said, once I get up, you two are fucked.

The Director shook Lya’s hand. “Excellent! I wasn’t expecting that from someone as.....dainty as you. You’re hired.” Lya looked confused, not sure whether ‘dainty’ was a compliment.

Red let out a protesting groan from the ground, and Manning rolled his eyes. “But for a trial period of a month. At the end of the month, I’ll look at your progress and decide whether or not to take you on permanently.”

Lya grinned and Manning walked away. As he left, Abe asked, “Did you happen to know Nuala and Nuada?”

Lya’s eyes widened in surprise, but she answered nonchalantly, “The royal twins of our land Bethmoora? What elf hasn’t?” Abe was disappointed by her answer, but he couldn’t help notice that her voice shook ever-so-slightly.

Clay consulted his PDA. “Well, it looks like we have two rooms open—one by the medical lab, and one right across the hall from Hellboy’s room. Your pick.”

“My room.” Everyone glanced at Hellboy, who was back on his feet. “She’ll take the one by mine.” He jabbed a finger at the elf. “I’m keepin’ an eye on you.”

Lya cocked her head to the side and glanced at Clay before turning back to Hellboy. “Well, alright.” She blinked. “Are you sure I didn’t hurt you too badly? I didn’t mean to hit that hard.”

The only answer she received was a snort and vivid muttering as Hellboy stalked down the hall with a slight limp. Liz sighed and put a hand on Lya’s shoulder. “Ignore him. He’s had some issues with elves in the past.”

“Nothing too serious, I hope?” Lya glanced after the receding demon. “He does seem to hate me.”

“It’s nothing personal.” Liz smiled and clutched her stomach as one of the kids kicked. “Come on, I’ll show you to your room.”

“Goddamned elf,” Hellboy muttered as he climbed into bed. She had put him in a sour mood the rest of the day, and his crotch still hurt. He glanced at his already sleeping girlfriend. And Liz hadn’t been very nice about it either, teasing him the entire afternoon. Muttering to himself again, Hellboy climbed into bed, scattering cats.

He was just about to fall asleep when the sound of metal snapped him awake. It sounded like a door opening. Climbing out of bed, Hellboy pulled his door open, his eyes flicking to Lya’s room—her door was open. The demon glanced down the hallway, but couldn’t see any sign of her. Suspicious, he went back to his room.

Liz cracked her eyes open as Red climbed back into the truck-bed. “What’s wrong, Red?”

The demon rolled over, keeping his eye on the door. “Thought I heard the elf’s door open.”

The fire-starter next to him yawned and went back to sleep. “Probably just your imagination, Red.”

Hellboy didn’t take his eyes off the door. “Yeah, sure.”

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