Alia
'Please, go away. I'm not in the mood for your crap right now.' I turn my back from the demon immediately, opting to look at the blank wall. The bed the only furniture against it.
He appears before me, sitting down on the bed. It groans and creaks beneath his bulk. Visibly dipping in the middle. Even sitting down, he's still just above eye level with me. He swings his legs back and forth, still touching the ground really, but trying to go for the annoying kid style.
'But I am,' he says in this irritating whiny brat voice.
I give him a thumbs up. 'Good for you.'
He scowls. Face darkening and eyes holding over. 'Look who finally found some semblance of a backbone. Mommy issues giving you a personality makeover?' He mocks.
My eyes narrow at his comments. 'Get lost.'
A hand reaches out to clutch his chest. 'That hurt, right here.' He points.
'I didn't know empty chest cavities could feel.'
'Ha. Ha.' He deadpans me, voice monotone and unimpressed.
With a heavy hearted sigh, I glance around the nurses office. The far wall with the door has a desk with a computer, piles of paperwork and wheelie chair to the left, with cupboards and messy filing cabinets to the right. I opt for the desk chair and as far from him as I can get. Resting my head back on the soft squashy wheelie chair back, I close my eyes. If I ignored him, he was sure to get bored and go away. I hope.
How he knew about my mother, I wasn't even willing to ask. But since the Bureau had her, then it figures the whole immortal world had got wind of this. Great.
The squeaky sound of wheels turning against the floor has my eyes snapping open. In the dimness, I see Daemon crook a finger in my direction. Curling his index finger inwards he leers at me.
'Come hither, little genie.' The words caress my ears like liquid gold. Making my mind reel at the false sense of yearning it experiences. Lust.
The wheelie chair careens towards him, scraping against the ground and travelling across the room at an abnormal speed, before halting at his feet. He places his legs on either side of the arms, and traps me in.
'Why dyu always bother me, Daemon, there are plenty of other half mortals out there, you know?' My voice is dripping with nonchalance and disinterest. I'm so not in the mood. Not even to feel the usual sense of fear his presence brings. There were bigger things on my mind right now. He'd just have to get that through his thick skull.
He makes a humming sound in the back of his throat. Cocking his head to the side as he watched me, with such a focused intensity, it also made me want to...blush.
Yuck.
'You're my favourite plaything.'
Sick bastard.
'Thanks.' He grins, a Cheshire Cat grin, purposefully morphing his face so that his jaw unhinged and the sharp fang-like teeth stretched to reach almost to his ears.
The sight made my stomach churn. He really knew how to press my buttons. Of course he did, he knew my fears and dislikes and hurts better than I did myself. The devil would, wouldn't he?
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Out of the Lamp
HumorMake the three wishes, forget the Granter, move on. Simple. Right? Wrong. Not for Alia, never for her: Part mortal - Part Genie - All awkward, emotional, teenager A mysterious shapeshifter is hunting her down for her secret. A grand return of a ni...