Could This Get Any Worse? Of Course!

Giacinto groaned loudly, slumping against her desk, knocking a few knick knacks to the floor.

Usually she was pretty good at concentrating on all her work related issues but right now she wanted to be anywhere but. Talking to Aleksandr or out at a club or flirting with some random kid hanging around he mansion.

Anywhere but sprawled out in front of this damned, stupid laptop.

"God help me," she groaned softly, bashing her forehead against the the flat surface, cursing softly as her glasses tapped against the wood and crooked uncomfortably on her nose.

"Your deities wont help you, love, surely you have realized that by now."

Muttered a low voice behind her, the man stood with his back to her, rifling through the various objects and books which decorated her shelves.

His fingers scooped up and old text, written in ancient Latin, he hummed softly to himself and flicked open the cover and he leaned against the wall, quite content with messing with Giacinto's personal belongings.

The vampire jumped with a quiet yelp of shock when she heard someone speak.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, barging into my room without permission?!" she growled lowly, turning in her seat to glare at whoever it was behind her.

It wasn't until she caught a whiff of him that she realised who it was.

A loud moan of despair sounded. "What are you doing in Sicily, Belial?"

Just the person she wanted to see. A Daemon she owed a favour to. Great. Just kill me now, she thought bitterly.

"What kind of welcome was that? And here I was thinking we were friends Tony."

He chuckled softly at her reaction to seeing him, even in this new form she could recognize him quickly.

"Why not Sicily? I have no where better to be at the moment."
He replied with a shrug, he went where ever he pleased, and he had done that for millenniums, where ever there was money to gamble, alcohol to drink and people to lay, Belial would be there.

"I thought you would be pleased to see me, you've be calling for me for such a long time."

"It's the welcome of someone that made a deal with a Daemon and regrets it."

Her lip twitched. "Okay then, let's make it more clear. What are you doing in my room?"

She crossed her arms, glaring up at the Daemon. If she were more modest, she would probably be blushing or trying to cover herself a little better. She was only wearing one of Ignicio's old poets shirts and it didn't cover much at all. The collar stooped dangerously low and the shirt barely covered her upper thighs.

A soft growl sounded. Of course he knew she had been trying to summon him. And of course he had been ignoring her. "So as soon as I stop trying to summon you because I don't need you, you decide to come and visit? Typical useless mutt."

"Oh come now, you can't regret it yet, I haven't asked anything of you."

He gave a chuckle, it was probably the waiting for him to get his end of their bargain that made her edgy around him.

"What am I doing in your room..."
He repeated, mulling the question.
"Perving on you to be honest, you never use to dress so skimpily when I last saw you, it's an improvement I must admit."

He replied as his eyes trailed over the woman's exposed cleavage and thighs.

"Pretty much, I am not your mutt so why would I come when you called for me?"

He replied, flicking strands of purple and black hair from his face.

"That's why I regret it. Who knows what the fuck you're going to ask me to do."

Right now Giacinto was in a bad mood. She didn't care how much she swore or how rude she was being. He was there so she was going to take her annoyance out on him.

She rolled her eyes. "It's been four thousand years. Clothing is going back in time. I still remember when you could walk around almost completely naked and no one would even glance at you."

She had liked those times. Clothing was so restrictive.

She shifted a little, arms moving upwards slightly under her bust to push it up and reveal a little more to his prying eyes. He was good looking and as long as he kept his aggravating mouth shut, she wouldn't be opposed to a repeat of their last meeting bar a few details that she'd be happy to change.

"Because you have a heart and care for old friends in need?"

A grin spread widely across his lips.
"Rightfully so, after all, I've been on Earth a very long time, there is very little out there that I could not acquire myself, so what could I possibly as of you."

The few things that he could ask of her were things that she would be unwilling to do.

"Oh really I haven't noticed, you see I like living under a rock when I am not pestering you."

He replied, rolling his eyes, he had been around, he knew how much the fashions had changed and how little clothing you could get away with now.

A purr rumbled in his chest as he beasts peeked out further from beneath the shirt, Tony had always had an amazing set on her.

The daemon gave a loud snort.
"I don't know what heart your talking about sweety, or have you forgotten?" He replied, raising and eyebrow at her, Belial had never had a heart beat or a pulse, a side effect of never actually being 'alive' but rather existing.

"And that is what I don't want to find out but know I will eventually. Whatever it is, it can't be good."

As she had done many times in the past, she wished she had never struck that deal. Perhaps she'd get some peace if she hadn't accepted it. Her mind did nothing but play over what he could ask of her and cringe at each terrible thought.

"I wouldn't be surprised. You're definitely not around when I need you; only when I don't need you."

Her lips quirked upwards when he purred. "You're still the same horny bastard as you were before."

With a little smirk, the woman stood and turned to one of her wardrobes. She could be cruel when she wanted to be and sight now she wanted to be cruel. She'd put on a nice amount of clothing that would conceal everything Belial was interested in.

She pulled the poets shirt from over her head and tossed it aside before opening a wardrobe door and flicking through a few things before she decided on a loose turtleneck and a pair of straight leg jeans. That'd do.

"Ah yes, how could I forget? It's a shame really. It's impossible to tear the heart out of a heartless man."

"I've thought of a few things over the years, but I am going to save it for a fair while longer, I don't want to through away something like that on a whim."

No, he would make Tony suffer over the thought of what he would ask for, for a long time yet.

"Did you expect me to change? That's a cute thought."

The daemon smirked and purred a little louder as he openly stared at the woman, time had treated her well, her body was still as good as it had been the first time they met.

"It didn't stop you from trying though, did it darlin'?"
There last run in didn't end on the best terms and Tony had always had a bit of a temper and Belial had always been a huge bastard.

"I'm not getting any younger; you might as well cash the favour in now while I'm still able to do it."

It was major wishful thinking on her part that he would actually cash in his favour.

"You know, if it wasn't for one of my Necromancers, I probably wouldn't be active enough to even argue with you like this right now, let alone do a favour for you. But, of course, I wouldn't have gotten that sick if you had come when I had summoned you."

Giacinto gave a soft snort. "Change? No. Learn a little subtlety in four thousand years? It would have been nice."

The woman span on her heels and stalked towards the Daemon, waist length curly hair flying out around her as she moved towards him. "Perhaps I should try again," she growled softly as she pressed a hand to his chest, over his non-existent heart.

"Yes but you're not getting any older either, or have Vampire's started aging without my knowledge?"

He asked sarcastically as he raised and eyebrow at her.

"You wouldn't have gotten that sick if you weren't so stupid, last I heard you were laying with a Lycan.
Why should I help heal you when I am not the one that made you ill in the first place?"

He gave a soft chuckle, even if he had gotten her hurt or sick there was fuck all chance of him helping her without further payment, he wasn't a charity service and he didn't feel sympathy.

"I always did like you when you were angry."
He muttered as he looked down at her, staring down at her breasts.
"Go ahead darlin' you know it wont do anything to me."
A smirk pulled at his lips as he brought his hand to her chest, groping her left breast, if she got to touch his chest, he got to touch hers.

"I was dying. I could have died before you could cash in your favour. And where would you be then?"

She arched a brow up at the Daemon.

It irritated her that he was taller. Easily four inches.

"I was young. I didn't know what Lycan blood did. Not until after." She wouldn't have taken so much of Alek's blood if she had known she could have died from it. She was stupid when she was younger, but she wasn't suicidal.

The woman snorted darkly when his eyes gravitated towards her bare breasts again.

"Perhaps I should tear your throat out and get some peace for a little while instead." Not hearing his little comments sounded good. She'd give quite a lot for that at the moment.

A brown brow arched when he cupped a breast. "Don't touch me unless you plan to finish what you start."

Belial barked a laugh as he looked down at her.
"You don't think I could have taken something from you that I wanted after your death? Oh Tony you are adorable when you act so naive."

There was something that lingered for a while after death that he would have sensed and could have easily taken if the Vampire had died in order to pay her debt.

He leaned down, a large grin spread across his lips as he brushed his nose against hers.

"You wont tear out my throat before I tear out yours."
She knew any damage she did to him would not be permanent, you couldn't kill a Daemon, but a Vampire without a throat would die.

"You touched me first."
He replied with a smirk.

Her eyes narrowed when he laughed.

She hated people laughing at her. Especially when they irked her as much as he did. A soft growl sounded in her chest.

The more he said, the more she wanted to tear his throat out.

Her nose wrinkled and she seriously considered tilting her head and taking a chunk out of his nose.

"I don't know, I've gotten a lot quicker in the last four thousand years." Giacinto had always been fast. She had been surprisingly fast even when she was only a thousand. Now she had trained and improved. She was a lot faster and she just hoped that if she ever did try to tear his throat out, she'd be able to do it before he could retaliate.

Her nails bit into the skin of his chest as the growl sounded louder.

"Are you a child now, Belial? She did it first." Her voice was harsh and mocking. The man irked her.

"I don't doubt that you have, but you know by now that you can't physically kill me, and if you rip out my throat it will just regenerate."

There were only a handful of ways to get rid of a Daemon and a lot of the old arts had died.

A grin spread further across his lips as his nails mimicked hers, digging into the tender skin of her breast.

"Not at all but if you grope me first I take that as an open invitation, so don't get mad at me if you instigate something."

"Let a woman dream." Her lips quirked upwards. "Believe me, I've had many pleasant dreams of killing you. Many."

Killing him was definitely something she would love to do.

"It's a shame you're so powerful. I can't exorcise you on my own." Her nails dragged downwards, scratching deep marks into his skin. "But I have powerful friends in the Exorcist world. Piss me off too much and you'll go right back to Hell."

Never was she so glad that she knew Coilean and Aodh. They were from a time where exorcisms were powerful. With their help, it wouldn't be too difficult to exorcise the Daemon before him.

She tried to keep a straight face when his nails bit into her skin. She had to remind herself that he was a Demon. He was lust personified. If he caught wind of her liking rough treatment - not something she had liked when they had last laid together - he'd take full advantage of that.

She was having a difficult time trying to convince herself that was a bad thing.

His eyes actually glowed as he looked down at her, the eerie purple colour lighting up his face.

"You've been dreaming about me, Tony, I am truly touched, regretfully I doubt that you have been on my mind as much as I have been on yours in that case."

Belial heard what he wanted to hear in most cases and he very easily twisted words.

The Daemon groaned happily and leaned into the sharp touch on his chest.

"You're going to send me back to hell are you? I highly doubt you will, you need me Tony, you've proved that much in the past.

How many more centuries will it be until you find yourself in a situation where you need my blood to save yourself and your little necromancer isn't around?"

He replied as he pushed closer to her, if he ever thought there was a chance of him getting exorcised he would vanish quite easily into the shadows and she would not see him again for many more millennia.

"I doubt said dreams would be a pleasant experience for you. You'd be surprised with how creative I can be when I really want to torture someone."

Her lips quirked into a dark smirk. Giacinto had a very wild imagination. A wild imagination that had had a fiend day when it got onto the subject of torturing Belial.

The woman's lip twitched a little as her nails dug deeper into his skin. "You still like a rough touch, then?" She didn't understand it back when she was younger. Who would want pain? But now she could appreciate it.

"There are other supernaturals around. Fae work just as well as Demons and I can make a less costy-worthy deal with Fae. I don't need you at all."

She gave a low growl as he pushed closer. "You're trying to provoke the wrong person, Belial." her nails tore into his skin, blood seeping from the small wounds and staining his skin crimson.

"I'm not the same pathetic child that you once knew."

"Somethings never change, me being one of those things."
Belial was always the man demon beneath his skin, no matter how many times he changed his form or appearance, he was still the same.

"If they work just as well and you have access to them then why have you been calling for me for so long?

Is it perhaps that the Fae still want nothing to do with your kind?"

The Demon gave a low groan, his lips pulling into a smile, the pain was delicious.

Belial's blood with thick, much thicker than most other supernaturals, except his own kind, and much darker, the beads of blood that seeped from his wound almost looked black but left dark crimson trails as it disbursed.

"You will always be that child to me."

"You change. You have changed." Her eyes narrowed and she gave a low, catlike hiss of anger. "You've gotten even more annoying."

She tensed up a little.

He was right. Fae were a species that tried not to associate with people with bloodstained hands. No ones hands were more bloodstained than those of a Vampire. It cost even more than bargaining with a Daemon to get favours out of Fae.

Giacinto gave an annoyed huff and pulled away, giving a soft moan when the Daemon's nails scraped against her skin when she pulled back.

She turned around, biting her lip. That moan had sounded anything but pained. Knowing the Demon, he'd jump on that. He had inflicted pain and she had moaned like it had pleasured her rather than hurt her. That was different from their last times together.

"I am not that child," she grumbled.

"Perhaps you have simply got more short tempered."
He replied with a chuckle, he had always been annoying but when she was young Tony had been more trusting of him, more forgiving, she had been stupid.

"So I am right, you do need me, the Fae wouldn't sully their hands by helping you."

The Fae would never dream of helping him so they wouldn't help her either.

"I'm the only ancient you have left to save your ass."

Belial's ears picked up as soon as he heard that moan escape her, that was not one of pain, he knew that noise.

The Demon stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her shoulder, running his nails along her chest.

"No, no you're not a child anymore are you. You've changed Tony.
You wouldn't have liked me touching you like this before."

He murmured as he bit down roughly on the nape of her neck.
"Do you remember when we lay together? You drank my blood so deeply, such a greedy girl you were, but I buried myself deeply into you so I guess that makes me a greedy boy too."

"Perhaps. Dealing with annoying Demons doesn't help with my temper, though. I'm sure that has a lot to do with how short it is now."

She gave a soft growl.

"I don't need you. Not now not ever." She hated needing people older and more powerful than her. Playing games with the older people was a dangerous game and when the games got too dangerous, she wanted out.

She couldn't get out of her game with Belial. She was trapped in this game until he decided he didn't want to play any more.

Giacinto tensed up when his arms wrapped around her. Great. Even now he wouldn't let her escape. She wanted noting more than to escape him. To disappear for a while and spend some time in peace.

Her lips parted and she gave soft gasp when he bit down on her skin.

Damn. This is what she had been afraid of. She hadn't wanted him to know of her enjoyment of rough touches. He'd use it against her as much as he could. He already had enough to hold over her head without adding to the mix.

Her eyes slid shut and she bit her lip sharply to hold back another moan.

Dirty talk, too. Fuck. "How could I forget?" It's not every day that she had laid with a Demon. An old Demon with experience. It'd be impossible to forget that time.

"You do need me, deny it until the suns burns out but one day something bad will happen and you will need my help and if you have sent me back, there will be no one on this Earth who will help you."

He knew that if Tony were on her deathbed, he would save her, not out of compassion or any emotion of the sort but because she would owe him another debt, something he liked to keep close, just in case.

"What happened to the little girl who told me off for being too rough? I bet I could properly fuck you now and you would cry out in ecstasy not pain."

A large grin spread across his lips, he hadn't expected this little surprise but he did enjoy finding it, more so when she tried so hard to hide it from him.

"I'm glad I made an impression on you, I'd be truly upset if you had forgotten our little tumble in your cabin.

Do you miss it little Vampire? The taste of my blood on your lips?"
He purred as he pressed up against her, the blood from his chest smearing against her shoulder.

She grit her teeth and fell silent.

What was the point of arguing? He'd just twist her words and try to convince her that she needed him. If she stopped biting and didn't argue back, he'd lose interest.

"That little girl grew up."

She wasn't that awkward girl still in her hundreds still exploring life. She was a strong woman that had seen and experienced far more now. Things had changed. She had changed.

"Good luck," she snorted softly. Laying with him again would probably come at a price that she currently didn't want to pay. Anything more that the man could hold over her head was something that she wanted nothing to do with.

He'd find a way of holding her laying with him again over her head.

"What's there to miss? It was just blood. I can get blood without any trouble. Why would I miss your blood?"