Beaten and bloodied, Hellboy and Kat felt they deserved to have a breather. And a cold drink. But knowing the bureau, they didn't have much time. Sneaking back towards the Halloween celebration, Hellboy hides behind a huge bush from the humans while Katherine waits for him on a picnic blanket, far from the crowd. On a bench, a young guy dressed in a clown costume pulls out a cold six pack of beer and passionately kisses his girlfriend. Once the guy was occupied, Hellboy's bright, red tail neatly snatches the six-pack. Behind the bench, Hellboy grins in triumph.

"Good luck with that, bud." He snorts softly and takes off to find Kat.

There she was, waiting for him on that large blanket, facing the moon as the city lights. Everything shined like diamonds all over her, it took Hellboy's breath away.

"Hey, Kitten." He calls out as he approaches. "Got the beer." He holds up the six pack, wiggling the cans as they rattle against each other.

"Did you have any trouble?" She asks as she looks over her shoulder.

"Nah, piece of cake." He shrugs and moves to sit down next to her with a grunt. "Ah!" He sighs and removes two cans from the plastic and hands one to Kat. "Here ya go, Babe."

Kat sighs as she snuggles against his stoned arm, "Thank you." She takes it and together they pop their cans open.

"Cheers, Kitten." He grunts and they clink their cans together. Gulping down, Hellboy grunts and sighs. "Ah!" He sighs heavily.

Kat takes a few gulps and sighs, pressing the cold can against her head. Hellboy looks over to her and reaches out to gently touch her chin, tipping her head up to scan her head wound.

"You sure you're okay?" He asks gently.

"Just sore." She waves it off, then gasps at the sight of Hellboy's bloodied arm that carried a huge tear, "Red, your arm!" She exclaims.

"It's just a scratch." He waves it off.

"'Just a scratch'. My ass." She scoffs and uses a knife to rip the blanket. "Always have to be the tough guy." She uses the piece of blanket to wrap it around his wound. Trying to stop the bleeding.

Hellboy places his hand on hers and looks down at her, catching her eyes with his, "Hey. I'm ok." He whispers.

Kat sighs but keeps her hand over his wound, not letting go of the pressure, "Red, maybe we should go home. You're losing a lot of blood." She uses her other hand to run her fingers through his beard, knowing that he couldn't resist that.

Hellboy chuckles, knowing she was trying to charm him. He brushes her hair away from her cheek and tucks a strand behind her ear, "Let me have this moment for now." He grins.  "Just five more minutes."

Kat sighs, still unsure and worried for him, "Red..." She tightens the piece of blanket around his wound, trying to talk him out of it, but he gently shushes her.

He gently places a finger over her lips, "Shh...come here." He pulls her into his arms, just wanting to hold her. "Let's stay here for a moment and we'll go home." He sighs as they hold on to each other and watch the city before them.

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Meanwhile, back at the Library, John informs Travis that Hellboy and Kat have gone AOWL on him. While the private paramedics exams him, Travis shows no surprise that the two of them have gone on their own agin. But this leaves him to deal with the pain in his ass. He looks out a window and lo and behold, his pain in his ass has arrived.

A sleek black limo drives past the crowd and stops outside. FBI agent Tom Manning, emerges from the limo and Travis could see he was not happy tonight. But has the man ever been happy? Once Tom walks inside, he vents out towards Travis.

"I've had it, Travis. I've officially had it with Hellboy." He states.

"Hello, agent Manning, always a pleasure to see you." Travis sighs out as he leads him towards the room where Hellboy and Kat fought Sammael. Manning and Broom walks through the mess while a crew is cleaning up and the dead guards are carried out.

"Every time the media get a look at him, they come to me. I'm running out of lies, Travis." Manning states with annoyance in his voice as he use a broken wall to strike a match against the rubble. Manning moistens and lights a fine cigar.

"I thought you liked being on TV." Travis scoffs.

"I do." He says and puffs the cigar and throws the match down. He tries to enjoy his cigar as he walks the the crime scene, "How many escapes this year alone? Five! And he continues to be such a bad influence on the girl."

"Tom, he's in love. You remember what it's like. You would do anything to impress the one you love." Travis chuckles softly. "And remember, he's our guest, not a prisoner."

"Your 'guest' happens to be six foot five, bright red, and is government funded. With a five foot six hellion attached to his hip." Manning scoffs.

"He's just going through a phase..." Travis tries to make Manning see his point of view but he cuts Travis off.

"A 'phase'? What do you think this is, 'The Brady Bunch'?" Manning exclaims in disbelief. "These...freaks..." He averts his eyes, noticing Abe sat crouched, not far from them. Unaware that Abe was listening as he was examining a sharp dagger.

Manning lowers his voice, full of tension, "These freaks, Travis, they give me the creeps. And I'm not the only one. You're up for review. You and your petting zoo. At least Ginger looks normal but the big guy and fishstick here..." he scoffs.

"I know where to find them. I'll get them back." Travis assures Manning.

"Hey, fishstick...don't touch anything..." Manning warns Abe as he watches him touch the dagger, fearing he'll leave traces of evidence everywhere, exposing them all.

Abe silences him, waving him off as he holds up the dagger, "I need to touch it to see." He explains.

"See what?" Manning asks, obviously clueless with Abe's power. Even though Travis has informed him several times about Abe's abilities and there were several files in detail, but he assumes that Manning never bothered to read them as much as he never bothers to listen.

"The past, the future, whatever this object holds." Abe explains as he places his webbed hand over the blade, feeling and sensing the history of the dagger.

"Is he serious?" Manning eyes Travis, obviously skeptical about it.

"Don't worry about fingerprints. He doesn't have any." Travis says.

Suddenly, Abe gasps in terror and turns towards Travis with fear in his eyes.

"Professor..." Abe gasps and lowers his voice to a whisper, "They were here."

Travis frowns and walks towards Abe. Who was he talking about? It had to be someone who he knew, a dark enemy from his past, he imagined. But who?

Manning scoffs and puffs out a cloud, "Oooh! Who was here? Nixon? Houdini? You mind sharing your mystic insights?"

Travis watches Abe rise to stand as he holds the blade. Travis trails his eyes over the slick steel; a raganrok symbol crowns the hilt. The dragon and swastika. Travis feels his heart drop. He knew that symbol well.

"Show me, Abe... show me what happened here." Travis solemnly extends his hand. As soon as Abe takes it, the room morphs back to its original form as the voices of the agents around them fade into silence. When Travis opens his eyes, he sees the room all cleaned, the glass retracted and healed as well as the figurines, that were once destroyed, were back together as if nothing has touched them in centuries.

A guard walks around the room, checking every corner and the alarm, monitoring for any trouble. He shines his flashlight as he heads towards the alarm unit.

"This is East Wing checking in." The guard's voice echoes from the past. "We're all clear."

"Also, make sure it's all locked up over there in Annex." The radio erupts.

"Roger that."

The guard freezes when he hears a ticking noise. He looks up and shines his light into a dark corner but, no one's there. Dismissing it as nothing, he moves on to his other duties. But after the guard moves on, a spidery form emerges from the pool of shadows on the floor.

Kroenen, encased in shiny black latex from head to toe with a close-fitting harness comprised of softly ticking gears on his chest. He climbs the walls with ease and bending his body backwards, he moves off the wall and straightens his pose. He approaches a glass case which holds an ancient wooden statue of an Eastern Orthodox saint. He eyes the glass display, the lasers shining bright around the glass in protection. He drags his hand over the glass, hearing it squeak against his latex gloves.

"Kroenen!"

He turns fast at the voice and sees Ilsa standing behind him Hilda large sledgehammer. Dressed all fancy in her fur coat. Her blood red lips gives him a sinister smirk.

"Move." She says as she moves towards him.

He brushes away her path and let her take his place. She picked up the hammer and smashes the glass case with strong swipe.

The alarm shrieks out its warning of the intruders. Lights flash around with the alarm, shining around the room. But Ilsa and Kroenen made no effort to rush. As if it they had all the time in the world.

Kroenen reaches for a small crank embedded in his chest and winds himself up. He pulls out a double-ended blade and spins it like a giant bone saw, slicing across the statue. At first, there was no apparent damage until, with a loud crack, a diagonal line appears and the top half falls. He moves so Ilsa can reach into a hollow portion in the wooden statue and removes a large reliquary jar containing Golden sand.

At the same time, six guards hurry in. They point their flashlights and guns at Kroenen and Ilsa. With Ilsa busy admiring the jar in wonder, she briefly spares Kroenen a glance and nods at the guards.

"Get them." She commands.

"You! Don't move! Hands up!" A guard shouts out.

Cracking his neck, Kroenen spins his twin blades around in front of the guards as they cock their guns at him. He looks up at the guards from above and they both take a shot, but with his blades, Kroenen maneuvers his blades, deflecting the bullets and the ricochet back towards the guards. Blood sprays as their bodies jerk and fall from above.

Kroenen moves and stands before the other guards.

"TAKE HIM OUT!" A guard shouts.

Bullets tear through Kroenen's body, spewing forth an explosion of dust as his body shakes from the impact of the gunfire. As the guards stop shooting, Kroenen readies his two blades. Spinning them fast as the guards try and shoot again, but Kroenen slices through them all, sending them to the floor in a bloody pile.

The spotlight from outside shines the windows and outline a figure submerged in shadows. Grigory moves away from the window, dressed in a sharp black suit, purple dress shirt with shades. He looks at Ilsa in tenderness.

"Now ready the welcome, my love." He says.

With a soft smile, lsa opens the reliquary jar and pours a circle of sand onto the floor.

"Salt. Gathered from the tears of a thousand angels. Restraining the essence of Sammael, the hell hound, the Seed of Destruction." He says as he kneels before the salt pile. He brings forth his hand towards his mouth and breaths out a green orb of fire into his palm. He places it on top of the salt, watching it absorb and moves like a small tornado and grows as a form emerges from the salt.

"This I can promise, Sammael. For each one of you that falls, two shall arise." Grigory moves away to watch bones form, tendons and ligaments join together, growing and growing into Sammael as it lets out a ferocious roar.

The roar echoes as Abe brings Travis out of the vision. Breathing heavily and shaking in terror, Travis steps away, wincing, enduring a bolt of pain in his side. Abe holds him, preventing him from falling as he motions for the others to stay back. He extends his open palm and 'feels' the old man's chest. He gasps softly.

"Professor..? You...You are very sick." Abe says with worry as he senses Travis' illness.

"Malignant sarcoma." Travis sighs out as the pain fades away, for now. "In the lungs...the spine, liver..." He looks over towards Abe with a firm pleading look, "I don't want Hellboy and Katherine to know." He states and gently moves out of Abe's grip, straightening his posture. "60 years ago, Abe, they tried to destroy the world. Soldiers, my friends, my brother and his partners managed to stop them. And they are back, in my lifetime, they are back. To finish the job." He says, fear in his voice.

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Dry leaves roll over the ground by the chilly wind, dancing around Hellboy and Kat as they remained on the blanket in each other's arms. Hellboy downs the last beer and crushes it in his hand. He belches loudly and grunts as he shifts his body.

"I gotta tell ya, Babe. Sometimes I wish we weren't so hush-hush with the world. I mean, I know it's impossible to co-exist with...them." He gestures at the city. "But what if there were others who are like us. You know, understanding with things that are 'un-understandable'." His voice slurs a little at that last part.

Kat sighs and looks up at her Monkey man. She knew how badly he wanted to be one with the world. To be able to pass by others without them screaming and pointing at him in terror. He was a hero, not a monster. But to the B.P.R.D...he was a weapon. Kat moves away from his chest and scoots to sit on her knees to kiss his cheek gently as she could see the bruise forming but she knew it won't be long till they were gone.

Hellboy sighs at the feel of her soft lips against his skin. He turns and looks down at her with love, yearning desire all for her.

"I love you. You know that, right, Kitten?"

Kat gives him a soft smile, "Always. And I love you." She reaches and touches his face gently, her fingers running through his beard.

Hellboy sighs and leans down to kiss her softly. With his stone handle pulls her closer to deepen the kiss. Cupping his jaw with her hands, she falls into his kiss and moves to straddle him. Hellboy moans softly when she slide on to his lap, moving her hips against him. She was such a tigress. With a slight movement from both of them, they both yelped in pain, breaking their kiss as they both clutched their injuries.

Hellboy grunts in pain, but chuckles as she giggles, "Maybe we should give ourselves a few minutes."

Kat snorts and moves to fall gently against his chest, "I'll say." She sits up and gives Hellboy a smile, "Let's go home. After they fix us up, we can take a shower." She gives him a sexy smirk.

"Hey, now that's what I'm talking about." He grins.

Suddenly, The garbage truck and the two black sedan cars have pulled up near the lookout. From the bottom of the hill, a dozen agents climb out of the vehicles. Including John, Clay, and Travis.

"Looks like our ride is here." Kat sighs out as she remains straddled on Hellboy's lap.

John frowns as he sees the position Kat and Hellboy were in, finding it a bit awkward until Clay calls out to them. Now it was really awkward.

"You two better be dressed this time."

"The Nanny Squad." Hellboy snorts. "Well, looks like playtime is over, Kitten." He scoffs.

Kat chuckles and leans down to give him one more kiss, "At least, until we get home." She moves off him with a mischievous smile.

"Just wait, you little..." He chuckles, feeling light-headed. He stands up with her and looks down when he hears a soft squishy noise. On the blanket and at his feet, a pool of his own blood soaked the cloth.

They watch John tentatively approaching, "What took you so long?" He asks sarcastically, the suddenly, his body sways and he falls to his knees.

"Hellboy!" Kat gasps and catches him with John. "Clay!" She shouts in worry. Clay, Quarry and Moss rushes to help.

"C'mon, champ. You look a little woozy there, pal." Clay says as the three of them help Hellboy to his feet, guiding him to walk.

John looks over towards Kat, seeing her injuries, "We should get you checked out as well." He says gently.

Kat scoffs, "What are you, a Boy Scout?"

Stuttering, John shakes his head, "No, I never was."

"Could've fooled me." She chuckles. "Don't worry, I'm fine." She waves it off and turns to follow Hellboy.

Kat stumbles in her step as she's hit by a wave of visions again. She clutches her head and shouts in pain. John catches her as she falls to her knees.

"Hey, help!" John shouts.

Hellboy turns and sees Kat on the ground , clutching her head as she screams in pain, "Kat!" He shouts and shoves the agents away to get to her, but several had to hold him down to stop him.

Kat shrieks in pain as she feels her mind tearing through the vision before her.

An abandoned shower room reveals before her. Her mind's eyes roams the room at will. A series of sinks and stalls, lined with dirty white tile. A phonograph nearby plays Wagner with Kroenen standing next to it. Ilsa stands nearby with a straight razor glinting in her hand, lovingly shaving her master's scalp. Grigory opens his hand and holds the orbs that escaped from Sammael's body. He cradles it like a precious stones.

"Sammael has fulfilled his destiny...Die in peace and be reborn again and again..." He says smiling. He closes his fist.

"Only seven more days to the eclipse, Grishka..." Ilsa's voice echoes.

Grigory...Rasputin stands, his neck and shoulders rising, engorged by moving flesh beneath his new human skin. Ilsa stares in fascination.

"The child will be there. And so will we all...Won't we?" Grigory says as, behind him, in the darkness of a tunnel, two Sammael silhouettes appear. The echoing of their growls rises to a roar.

Snapping out of the vision, Katherine screams and wails in terror, gripping on to someone for leverage; it was Travis.

"Get the sedative!" Travis shouts out as he holds on to Kat, trying to calm her, but she was far gone.

Hellboy struggles to reach her but he was too weak and it took all the agents to hold him down. He watches the men grab Kat's arm and injects her with a calming sedative. Soon, she stops screaming, but she sobs against Travis' shoulder.

"Shh, my dear. It's ok. It's ok." He holds her tightly and leans down to whisper in her ear, "You saw them, didn't you?"

Whimpering softly, she nods.

"Come on. We're going home." Travis says and nods to Clay to help her up. Another agent helps him up.

"We need to get Hellboy to in the infirmary." John states.

"This...? This is nothing." Hellboy grunts as he and other agents get Hellboy to his feet as he watches Kat with worry. "You know what'll kill me?" He looks down at John then back to watch Kat being gently placed on a seat next to Abe. Abe holds her like a brother tending to his sister. "Her."

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In the depths of the B.P.R.D infirmary, Hellboy lies flat on a steel reclining exam table. Broom sits alongside him. Abe peers through a magnifier at Hellboy's wounded arm.

"You were burned by some organic acid." Abe states as he identifies his injuries.

"Yeah, I'm lucky that way." Hellboy says sarcastically. "Where's Kat?"

Soon, the door opens and Kat walks inside with a doctor who held a folder with Kat's name on it. Travis and Hellboy all look up in alert. Kat looked terrible, but still beautiful to Hellboy's eyes. She was dressed in a gray tank top and short sweatpants. Her hair was tied up while bags littered her eyes. Her skin was pale as well, more than before.

"Hey." Kat whispers as she moves to stand next to Hellboy.

"Hey." He whispers and lift his stone hand to gently touch the back of her head to pull her down for a soft kiss. "I was so worried about you."

John averts his eyes, a little uncomfortable watching Kat and Hellboy be so loving together.  It was weird seeing a creature like Hellboy, who gave him such a hard time at first meeting, be so nice and gentle with a woman. 

Resting her head against his, she sighs softly and moves away, "I'm ok, Red."

"Is she?" Travis asks the doctor.

"She has a concussion." The doctor hands an MRI scan to him and Travis holds it up to a light. "She has a very minor fracture near her temporal bone, but it looks like it's healing well. Her beta waves are high, nothing life-threatening but I am concerned if she gets another episode, it might open it again and possibly make it worse. Her blood work, spinal fluid, everything is normal. Best thing to do is get lots of rest. Tylenol and Granisetron will take care of the headache and nausea."

Travis sighs in relief and hands the scans back to the doctor.  He turns towards Kat and rubs her back, "I was very worried as well, my dear." He says as the doctor turns to leave them. 

Using a scalpel, Abe continues to tend to Hellboy's wound and probes the gash. Hellboy lets out a painful grunt. 

"It's him, isn't it? The one who brought Hellboy into this world." Kat says as she looks at Travis.  Travis looks away, but nods.

"Yes.  Rasputin.  From what I've been told by Trevor, Rasputin and his minions were taken into custody that night.  After Abe showing me their work," He stops to scoff. "I called old friends of my brother's and discovered that Grigory committed suicide in his cell that night.  Ilsa, his right hand, was broken out by their loyal companion, Kroenen.  One of the most deadliest swordsmen in Germany."

"Ow!" Hellboy shouts. "So, he was the one who unleashed Cujo on me and Kat?" He scoffs

"Why are they here?" She asks.

Travis looks at her in concern, "To finish what they started."

That sent shivers down her spine and with Hellboy's stoned hand on her back, he felt it. 

"Don't worry. I'll get him soon enough..." He tries to sooth her but Travis interrupts him.

"Listen to me. This time is different. There's more at stake than ever before." Travis insists strongly.

Hellboy waves, "How hard can it be? I beat the crap out of that thing that he sent...ouch!!" He shouts in pain. 

"Now there are two." Katherine says softly, causing attention on herself, "That's what Rasputin said in my vision.  'Die in peace and be reborn again and again...' and I saw two shadows of that thing behind him.  I don't think resurrection is the only thing we have to worry about.  I think Rasputin upgraded Sammael.  If one dies..."

"Two more might rise." Abe finishes for her. 

Everyone looks at each other with worry.  If it was true, then they needed to find the two creatures and figure out to kill it without triggering its resurrection process or contain it. 

"As soon as you finish with Hellboy's arm, I want you to gather everything you can find about Sammael." Travis says to Abe.

"I'll take care of him, Uncle." Hellboy scoffs.

Travis walks around the table, "I worry about you." He sighs out.

"Me?? C'mon..." Hellboy scoffs.

"Well, I won't be around forever, you know?" Travis says as he leans over towards Hellboy.

Hellboy rolls his eyes, "Oh, stop that...Damn!"  He shouts and grimaces in pain. "Could you please be more careful there?"

"Mm-hmm." Abe snorts. "Big baby."

Kat plays with his beard as she leans in to see his arm better, "What exactly are you looking for?" She asks Abe.

John opens a brown bag and uses tongs to pull out the little tadpole that was on Hellboy's arm from Sammael's tongue. It was still alive and wiggling. 

Hellboy sighs at her touch and moves his head to kiss her fingers.

"Red, how long was it latched on to you?" Abe asks, avoiding Kat's question.

Hellboy turns and shrugs at him, "I dunno, maybe five seconds...ow!" He shouts.

"You want me to hold him down?" John asks, almost sarcastic and almost serious. 

Hellboy snorts, "That's right, Stud, hold me down." He snickers. 

Kat's eyes light up and she calls forth red vines to wrap around Hellboy's body, "Maybe I should hold you down." She giggles as Hellboy's stone hand slides down to her ass as he shoots her a grin.  Before he could say a dirty remark, Abe interrupts them.

"Professor..." He says worriedly.

Travis moves to Abe's side of the table as Abe pokes at the depths of the wound. Hellboy tries to look but Travis speaks in a sharp and firm voice.

"Don't look! Turn around." He states.

Kat cups his face to make him look at her, "Focus on me, Red." Her eyes dimmed back to blue and the vines around his body faded into nothing.

Hellboy winces, but keeps his eyes on her, "Is it bad?"

Travis comes closer, eyes wide.  Inside the wound on Hellboy's forearm, nestled like ticks, are 3 translucent eggs. Hellboy jumps as Abe plucks the first one out. Abe deposits it in a glass container.

"Oh, my god! That was inside him?!" Kat exclaims. 

"Touched you five seconds. Laid three eggs." Abe says and moves the eggs towards a microscope to examine them closer.

"Didn't even buy me a drink." Hellboy says sarcastically.

Kat sighs exasperatedly, watching Abe exam the eggs to learn more about them. The computer beeps having finished an analysis. On a monitor, an enlarged color image of one of the throbbing eggs appears.

"The stinger from Sammael's tongue detaches itself and injects the eggs."  Abe says, from what he has learned so far.  Kat tends to Hellboy's arm with gauze and a roll of a sports bandage.  "The eggs are very sensitive to heat and light. They need a humid, dark environment to breed." Abe picks up an egg with a pair of tweezers, passes it on to Hellboy.  Kat moves and studies it with Hellboy.  She shudders in fear. 

"Uncle, if that thing can multiply after dying and reproduce that quickly..." She looks towards Travis in worry. 

Travis nods, understanding what she was saying, "Yes, it's quite concerning." 

"Down there in the tunnel, did either of you ever loose track of him?" John asks.

"Well, let's see, there was that moment, when I had a train on top of my head..." Hellboy mutters sarcastically.

"And me hitting a pole."  Kat scoffs. 

Travis frowns, worried for the possibility.  He turns to Hellboy, "We can't risk it. You'll go back to the tracks tomorrow with a group of agents, search the area, top to bottom. Find those eggs and destroy them." He states and turns to leave.  John observes, obviously repelled, as inside the egg a small fetus thing wiggles.

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John decided to do more research on Kat and Hellboy.  That night John goes to the personal files and searches for Kat and Hellboy. Once John types in Hellboy, a large file shows on the screen. A lot of information, especially about 1944, was completely blacked out. John sighs and looks up Kat. The first thing he finds was Kat's history. Her bloodline. He reads notes dated October 29, 2004. Signed by Trevor Bruttenholm.

"'The Demon Witch. Daughter of Hecate and Vapula'." John whispers as he reads the late brother of Travis. "'Vapula, the great Duke of Hell that commands the 36 legions of Demons'. So, it was 36 not 16." John mutters and scans more information.  "'It is said the witching hour is when both worlds stand between each other. Light and darkness blend into one. During this hour, on the night of All Hallow's Eve, on the 26th year of the woman of Hemlock shall come to a great power beyond worlds can imagine and shall either bring destruction of all worlds...or save humanity from the evil that lurks in the darkness'."

A video of Katherine was attached to a file John came across. Before she joined the B.P.R.D, she was incarcerated for delusions and night terrors that, according to the report, brought out violent outbursts.

John exhales shakily and covers his mouth in shock; just what in hell did he just sign up for? This was crazy!

After taking pain pills and anti-nausea medication, Kat lies in bed with Hellboy, fast asleep in a his arms as he spoons with her. Plans of having sexy time in the shower changed. Both were physically exhausted and way too sore from their mission. Hellboy snores softly as he holds Kat in his arms, her back against his bare chest. As he slept peacefully, Kat flinches in her sleep as various voices whispers in n her mind. Flashes of visions filled her dreams.  A hellish world before her as voices screamed around her in torturous agony.  A throne made from human bones.  She could almost feel the heat from the fire and smell the sulfur.

Suddenly, a vision of her parents appeared.  Her father, Roth, was a huge man.  Almost like Hellboy if he was human.  Black hair, dark piercing eyes, muscular form.  Many women tried to woo him, but according to other family members but he only had eyes for her mother.  Some wouldn't say her mother was the fairest of them all but she carried a beautiful soul.  Her hair was like hers, she had her mother's eyes, and her small figure, but her temper was definitely her father's.  And her mom had such a beautiful name.  Lunabelle. 

In the vision, her mother was setting up a video camera,  the three of them laughing together and being so silly with each other.  Kat could hear the echoing laughter of her young self.  Her parents dancing as young Kat giggles.  Her father lets go of her mother to kneel down and dance with her instead.  Kat watches herself smile so big. Watching her father pick her up in his arms and smiles at the camera. 

Kat snaps her eyes open unconsciously, her eyes glowing bright red in the darkness.  Several hissing erupts from the cats around them as a voice calls out from the shadows.

"Daughter..."