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  “Oh goodness no.” Bella laughs, her own head tilting back with the motion. “We have no interest in your death. There is nothing we would gain from it. My boss thinks there is more to you than meets the eye. Though I wish he would allow me to handle this little business on my own.” stepping forward she clasps her arms together at her waist. “I have a bit of experience with these sort of things after all.”

  “Good, so we’re back on the same page as it were.” straightening with the flower in hand she pauses, hearing Crowley complaining in the back of her mind. “Sorry but I doubt my boss would buy the concerned third party bit. Most people who see things like this, or know of them? Things end very badly for them.”

  “Now now.. No need to get offended.” Bela laughs softly, stopping her pacing to pick a flower in the grass beside the road. “You seem very sweet, not exactly the revenge sort of girl. That is more along the lines of what someone like me would have done.” and would still do. “But my question.. Your interest in this..”

  “Sounds to me like someone knows a thing or two about revenge.” Bela looks amused, almost downright pleased at the prospect. “So tell me,” she begins to pace around the woman, looking her over. “Why would someone like you be so interested in this? Most people would look the other way.”

  “Which begs to question, what could a siren possibly want?” her mind is running through priceless items, artifacts, things that may be of interest to something like a siren. “A person would be most likely. Perhaps a hunter who killed one of her sisters. Or something with some sort of power. Which would be most likely in your opinion?”

  Bela considers the possibilities behind this. Why would a siren of all things set up shop? And why would a crossroads demon become involved? There was no soul to gather but.. A partnership had potential. “So a siren sets up to do what she does best. But why would she draw attention to herself? That would be the question. Clearly, she’s after something. Or someone.”

  “Well that does sound like a siren. Making herself desirable to whomever her victim is.” a trick that could be very useful in her line of work of course. “Is it all tied right into the same location or is it in others?” because this siren could be worth tracking down and dragging to hell. Although it would be tricky and not without its hazards.

    “I suppose I could go for a nice manicure, and perhaps a facial. A spa day is needed when you’re crawling around the depths of hell.” and she had spent plenty of time there, the stench of sulfur was never coming out.

  “Now that is something I can tell you we’re on the same page about.” the last hunters she had run into, had ultimately caused her current situation. “So tell me what you can about this so called siren. I could do with a little fun.” and perhaps point her in the direction of two well deserving siblings.

“Make a whole day of it. I’ve heard massages are nice too.” She wasn’t really a big fan of someone she didn’t know having access to her body. But they really did sound relaxing.

  “So you decide to go ringing on doorbells that shouldn’t be rung?” Bela’s eyebrows lift, her eyelids dropping only to raise again to show a brief red. “I can assure you that I have little use for money now. After all I can simply take whatever I want.” not that being human had stopped her from doing that before.

  “A siren-like woman.” Bela hums, shoulders lifting in a half interested shrug. “I think you may be barking up the wrong tree. Hunters would be more to your liking than a demon I’m sure. We don’t do anything for free, let alone out of the kindness of our warm little hearts.” pausing, Bela lifts a finger. “Although I could perhaps point you in the right direction of some hunters. If you ask nicely.”

Mae looks unimpressed by the quick flicker of red in the other woman’s eyes. Demon eyes weren’t new to her anymore and since she knew what she’d been looking for they weren’t a shock either. “Everyone can use money. Even pretty demon ladies.”

  “Depending on the information, a little bit of a deal may be required.” Bela admits, her eyes moving to survey the area for the usual would be traps. “Although I can see you are a woman who often gets what she wants. Perhaps we’re not too dissimilar.” eyes going back to Mae, Bela offers a pleasant smile. “What information are you looking for?”

“I have money.” No way in hell–yes, she got the irony of that statement, thank you–was she actually going to make a deal. Not with a crossroad’s demon. She smiled in return, though her expression was more guarded. 

   “Now, you can’t tell me you are here by accident.” Bela takes slow steps towards the crossroads. “What can I do for you?”