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Picture above is another of  Mariano de Vaio's. Just thought I'd paste this unto here lolz

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3rd Person's POV

She left the building. She felt the stinging pain of rejection when he proceeded to walk past her, when he knew very well she waited for him. What had she done wrong? She just protected him like she said she would, and if she didn't, then they wouldn't even be here.

Or worse.

And why did she care? These emotions- they were new to her. It was like being human, as she always imagined. To be able to feel hurt, rejection, care.

No, she can't love him.

It was impossible. She hasn't even met the guy face to face for more than a day, so how could she? Well, she had been stalking him for the past months or so-

NO FREID, she told herself.

Look at her, having a crush on a little human. Pathetic.

"Damn it, I need to feed" her last meal had been a supernatural, so it was more than enough to sustain her hunger for a few months. But first signs of hunger are hard to detect, for all she knows, it could attack her any moment and she would be writhing in pain....

Yup, that doesn't sound good at all.

She sat at the top of his building, her feet dangling at the edge. Cold wind caressed her features. Her red locks lightly swayed with the passing winds. 

She wasn't sure why, but- she felt something when she saw the disgust on his face.

She refused to admit it though.

Small twinkling lights decorated the dark skies, she finally rested her head on the cool surface of cement on the ground- her body in sync to meet the same surface. She put both her hands on her head and sighed.

Just a few more minutes and I'll binge on that human bar downtown, she promised herself.

Besides the fact that she doesn't sleep, she can't. Sleeping was never an option for her. It led to having dreams or worse.

Nightmares.

She never understood them. Most of them would show random scenes of her in different situations.

When invading footsteps sounded near her, she quickly sat upright, pulling the sword from its sheath on her back. She took on a defensive stance. The figure went nearer and she could sense it's power getting closer.

"Woah, take a chill pill. It's just me" the man was hidden in the shadows of the night, the light only visible was that of the stars'. He slowly emerged from the dark, to stand on the illumination of the busy lights reflected from the streets below.

How'd he get up here?

"Exactly." She said. She pointed her sword up his neck- it pressed there lightly.

"I figured you would," he replied. She pressed the blade deeper in his neck.

"Francesco," she mumbled. It never failed to amaze him hear his name roll of her tongue. He shivered in anticipation. "What do you want?" she demanded.

"It's Frances." he corrected. He choked a bit, being careful with his movements as to prevent the blade from slicing his neck. "But first, um, the sword-" she glared.

"Pretty please?" he mock begged.

She'll lower it. Or at least lessen the force.

After a while she did, her sword dropped slightly above the ground. But the strong grip didn't loosen one bit. "Five minutes." Was all she said. Frances smirked.

"I guess you know what I am then?"

"Fifty-four, fifty-three-"

"I'll take that as a yes," he sighed. He smiled.

"I've been working with Giovanni for a while now. Then you suddenly pop out of... nowhere..." He went face to face with her, remembering to keep his guard up. You can never tell what this woman might do. "Can't say I dislike your arrival, but you risked destroying what I've been working for, for a long time. I guess it could be partly my fault for not seeing this would happen...." He said lost in his little world "I could have claimed him sooner too..." She stepped back, appalled with his movements. He was slowly, carefully, backing her up over the edge of the building.

She stopped counting. "What do you want?"

"Oh come on! Cut the bullsh*t Freid!" his Italian accent, as she noticed, was gone. In its place was a voice devoid of any. Like a long forgotten melody; forever lost in history's time.

A demon's.

"Ahh yes, how do you like my Italian accent? It's my personal favorite actually~" he laughed heartily.

"You don't think you were the only one, did you? With a soul like his it's like crack to us, you know that, right?" he chuckled, his voice vibrating deep in his throat. She knew he wasn't human, but she didn't know what he was exactly. He could have been an angel for all she knew. Though that would have been more troublesome. She couldn't quite determine what he really was, he made a darn good job of hiding himself.

Until now.

How could she let something this important slip past her?

She was distracted with him. She admitted.

"And you plan to kill me?" she asked. She sheathed her sword on her back, the motion amusing him.

How could she fight him weaponless?

Not that he was looking for a fight.

He had something else in mind tonight.

"Well, no." he answered "You'll just get sent back to hell and back here, and I can't have that. Same reason why you can't kill me, not tonight little pumpkin." He chuckled deep with his voice. "I'm here to propose a deal. Now I assume you already made deals with him, considering you protected my dear, sweet Giovanni?" he whispered rather huskily.

She kept silent. He took her silence as a yes.

"And I'm here to counter that deal." he continued.

"Impossible." She laughed it off, but it quickly died. He must be joking right? Once you make a deal with a devil, it simply cannot be undone.

This must be a joke.

"On the contrary, no." he paused. "Although we're not really cancelling your first contract. We're just merely, altering it. Freid, or should I say number 1," he pointed at her. "bond with me. Think of it as something like a truce." he pointed to himself. "Let's say- share him, you and I. You'll be stronger, and so will I." he whispered, close to her ear. "Everybody gets what they want..."

She shivered "How will I know you won't betray me?" she stepped back, as if scorched with France's touch.

He didn't mind it. "A devil's word. You know how we are with deals." he crossed his heart with his forefinger like a child "Cross my heart."

"So, what do you say?" he gave his hand out.

"I have one more question." She took a pause and looked straight into his black orbs. She has been wondering about it for the past few minutes. "Why didn't you just take his soul right away? Why wait for someone like me to arrive?"

He figured she would ask. He then debated whether to tell her the truth, or to make a bent version for his advantage. He chose the latter.

"Ahhh~ Maybe the same reason as you cara mia"

Liar.

She doesn't care about the contract though. She just needed a distraction. Something to distract her from feeling, from hurting. She was desperate, even if it meant being with Frances. Her own kind.

Anything but Giovanni.

She doesn't want to feel, feeling will not only get her in trouble but in turn, Giovanni.

A devil's heart doesn't beat for a reason- it's to keep them immortal. Feeling hinders them from that immortality. Once their heart starts beating, they lose it.

They become human.

So feeling for him is a big, crazy idea.

She handed her hand out to grip Frances' in a handshake.

"Good." And he initiated an aggressive kiss. Her eyes widened a fraction before she closed her eyes and felt the air shift and lift them both up. Her red locks splayed in different directions from the strong wind. He kept his eyes fixated on her as he gripped her hand in his.

His lips moved expertly against hers, but she can't help but feel revolted by Frances' touch. It was different with Giovanni... Something she would have a hard time admitting.

A few minutes later, the air had returned to its normal state and everything was back into place.

She opened her eyes. The sudden realization hit her like a ton of bricks. They had appeared inside someone's room, no doubt Frances'. How they got there, she has her suspicions.

The room was covered in his pure masculine scent. The moment she stepped into the place it was like she was washed over by a wave of his scent. It screamed husky and mysterious all together. The walls were pitch black and so are the curtains. The bed was surprisingly white, along with the duvets and pillows.

"You didn't tell me you were a teleporter," she said casually, after scanning her surroundings.

Frances appeared by her side in less than a second. She felt his warm breath dangerously close to her neck. She quickly turned around, only to find nothing.

Blooming teleporters, she cursed in her mind.

"You smell lovely," he whispered huskily. The voice was coming from everywhere. It was as if the whole room was filled with restless spirits whispering to her ear all at the same time.

Typical.

"I'm tired of this games Frances, I'm leaving." She made a motion to the door but he was there in an instant, blocking her smaller frame. "Uh uh. And where do you think you're going?"

She punched him straight in the face. Her fist connected so fast with France's face that he didn't have enough time to react. He simply accepted the blow of Freid's wrath. He landed on the floor and before he could teleport, Freid pinned him down with her thighs forcefully locking his arms in an arm grip to the carpeted floors.

"Oh kitten, I should have known you like it rough~" his face was pressed on the carpets of his own bedroom yet he still managed to slip a small smile. This position only made his arousal accelerate even more.

Oh cara mia, me and my weird fetishes~ he whispered with a growing smile.

"Shut it or I'll gut you open." She said close to his ear "I won't ask you twice to take me home Frances"

"And where exactly is home?" he was drying her patience.

She clenched his hand harder, her thighs increasing pressure. She was going to break his arm at this point.

"Fine! Fine! Cara mia, STOP!"

Freid stood up, letting his arm loose slowly, not before glaring at Frances ever so boldly.

Frances held his hand out and she took it without a second thought.

"Close your eyes" he whispered.

She'd listen to him, just this once. She closed her eyes as she felt the air shift around her once more. The sound of rustling curtains and flying paper filled her ears before everything went silent once again.

She was home.

"You know Freid," Frances started, his voice had opened her eyes almost instantly "You didn't tell me you were an absorber."

She just stared at him from under her lashes, a calculating look decorating her porcelain features.

"We haven't really reached that level of friendship yet. And besides-" she stopped at the edge of Giovanni's penthouse "I don't think we ever will, Number 6."

"You surprise me everytime Number 1~" Frances shrugged nonchalantly before disappearing completely. She hopes he won't be back sooner than she thought, but that's just her wishful thinking. The power she absorbed from him was enough for a teleport or two and she mentally grinned.

"So much for avoiding the H.O.S.C." Freid sighed to herself.