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[The sound of splintering wood and the back door slamming hard against the wall is the first sign that Silva is screwed. Meg makes her usual graceful entrance and strides in confidently, walking right up to the table and crossing her arms. The wicked grin on her face is a promise of danger.]

Silva. Been a while. How's it going?

[ The sound of the door exploding causes him to fall to the floor. He looks up at Meg with a semi-shocked look.]

Ah Megan ... I was begining to think life around here was starting to get dull.

[She might have caught him off guard but he'll be damned if he's going to let it affect his sense of humour.]

[When he falls to the ground, the book skids over and stops at her feet. Meg feigns a friendly smile and stoops down to scoop up the book, taking a moment to flip through a few pages absentmindedly.]

How topical of you. That messy little war was almost as much of a bloodbath as this is going to be.

[Her hand tightens into a fist, twisting at his gooey insides without even getting her hands dirty.]

[Oh good ... this again.

Silva is on his knees vomiting blood. He knows this has been coming though, so it's not as much of a shock to him.]

Oh you know me. I never miss an opportunity for irony.

[He laughs defiant as always.]

[Meg watches him, amused, as she waits for him to catch his breath. She even gives him a chance for a witty retort.

They are pretty entertaining, she had to give him that. She laughs with him for a moment before sending a kick flying at his jaw.]

And I never miss an opportunity to beat you senseless.

[ The kick sends him flying backwards. His fake jaw loosening slightly. As he's rolling on the floor groaning in pain he sets it back in place before addressing Meg.]

Indeed ... And it seems you've caught me. I guess you will be having your revenge now?

[Keep underestimating him meg. That's the way it needs to be.]

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[Just for fun, as soon as he's up and talking, she swiftly stoops down and uppercuts his jaw with a quick punch aimed straight at the same weak spot.

You would think that would be enough of an answer, but she smiles sweetly and leans over him menacingly.]

You guessed right.

[Oh, she will. It's one of her major talents.]

[That's right Meg, just a little further towards the right hand corner of the room. Keep focusing on him and don't look up.

He might keep staggering and falling over in that direction but think nothing of it ... no really. ]

Going to kill me now?

[He laughs and splutters blood as he does so.]

Oh honeycakes I'm afraid you're a little late to the party on that one. I've been dead for years.

[She is entirely focused on him, to a fault. Meg follows her prey a little closer, reaching down and grabbing him by the throat, and laughs.]

Oh, no. You're not getting off that easy. You're not the only one that's been dead for years, and I promise it's been longer for me.

You wanna know how I spent most of those years?

[He smiles smugly, blood dripping down his face and onto his shirt.]

Knitting perhaps?

[In an instant, the dagger in her left boot flies up and into her hand, and she buries it deep in the flesh of his shoulder. Nowhere near a leathal wound, of course, but certainly a painful one. She twists the blade for good measure before drawing it out and wiping the blood on the front of his shirt, and leans in close, taunting.]

Sure. I could show you, but I won't be using yarn, if you catch my drift.

[ Silva cries out in pain. Ok it's maybe time to put his security plan into action before this gets anymore out of hand.

Clutching at his wounded shoulder he backs away from Meg ... Trying to lead her into his defense trap.]

Please ... No more.

[She really should sense that something's up, but let's face it, Meg is just having way too much fun. She has the upper hand, Silva's already crying like a baby...

what could go wrong?]

Oh, honeycakes, we're just getting started! You've demonstrated a pretty sorry lack of understanding of exactly what you got yourself into. Allow me to enlighten you.

[She lunges again and slashes at his face.]

[Gaaah that stings like hell ... No pun intended.

Ok this looks far enough.]

Ok ok ok ...it's time for you to put me out of my misery.

[ And as Meg makes one more step towards him his face changes instantly from scared to a cocky smirk.]

But before you do ... You might want to look up.

[Meg does, and-

He has got to be fucking kidding her.

Not again.

Her furious gaze shifts back to him, perhaps an instant too late. She still has the knife, though, and a chance at ending this quickly. She might be stuck, but at least he'd be gone. She throws her full weight at him, aiming to slice his throat. Quick and dirty, and he'd be getting off easy, if you asked her - but it would get the job done.]

[He throws himself out of the way of Megs lunge, landing with an akward thud.

He's bruised, battered and hurt but at least he's alive he thinks as he lies on the floor laughing to himself.]

Oh you almost had me there you little tinker.

Now then if we're finished with this foreplay ... we should start the next phase.

[Silva picks himself up and walks gingerly towards a sink to tend to that big old shoulder wound she'd left him ... thanks for that.]

After a brief rest period of course.

[Meg, in turn, hits the ground hard, scrambling to her feet only after he's out of her reach. The knife flies out of her hand and lands just outside thes circle she's bound inside of.

The demon curses under her breath and stares up at the devil's trap angrily, willing the ceiling to crack. His comment draws her attention, though, and her glare shifts to Silva.]

What "next phase?"

[He finishes patching himself up. The bandages are very makeshift and basic but they'll do for now.]

All in good time darling ... all in good time.

[He kneels down by a trunk, unlocking it with a key from his jacket and taking out a pair of shackles.]

You know ... what has troubled me about our little relationship?

[With a quick sweep of her legs he has her on her knees. He follows this up by tieing her hands together with the newly acquired shackles and forcing her to stand up.]

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[She struggles the whole way down, kicking, flailing - even biting - desperate to get free and use something on him to break the trap so she could pretend like this never happened. But he's had the upper ground since catching her off guard, and soon, Meg finds herself on her knees, feeling even more defeated than she looks.

Still, she glares defiantly.]

What?

A question ... a question that has been on my mind since you took it upon yourself to interfere in my affairs.

"Why do I hate you as much as I do?"

[ Silva is now up close to her ... staring her dead in the eye. He doesn't need to touch her ... not yet.

The next part of the process will take some physical persuasion though.]

I mean ... when it comes to rivals and useless associates killing them is merely business. Even James was merely a message and not the subject of my hate. But you ... you bring out the worst in me.

And then it occured to me ... you are exactly like her! You do whatever you want to whomever you want without a care in the world. You live a life of no consequence and do not care who you hurt providing your agenda is met.

[He then picks up a chair that got knocked over in the fight and then just sits. He still keeps a dead eyed star on her though.]

Just look at where you are now ... you burst in here without thinking that I'd be prepared, without thinking of what could happen to Clarence in the long run or what could happen to the rest of the castle.

You would see it burn so long as you got to me ... and that's the little secret you don't dare tell anybody else.

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Yeah, hi, I'm Meg, I'm a demon. [Under her breath] Idiot.

[Meg rolls her eyes, feigning disinterest, but a questioning look crosses her face as he rambles on.]

Like who? What the hell are you rambling about? Can we just skip to the part where we pretent you know torture so I can catch you off guard and kill you already? Or are you just gonna talk me to death? Newsflash, asshole. Kind of immortal.

[Her eyes narrow to slits at the mention of Castiel, and she practically spits venom, lunging against her shackles to no avail.]

Trust me, you go after him again, you're gonna be in for a world of hurt. I'm not the only one here who cares about him, and you don't wanna fuck with the other guy, either.

[She just shakes her head, in utter disbelief at how wrong he was.

Or perhaps it was denial.]

You're wrong. You have no idea what you're talking about.

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[He laughs.]

Yes ... yes I do.

But getting back to more important matters ... torture is such old hat isn't it? And besides it's no fun without someone else to watch you doing it.

And you do raise an excellent point ... you are in fact a demon.

So anything I can do will be rendered meaningless unless ...hmmm

[He taps his finger on his lip a few times and pretends to look like he's pondering.

Silva then proceeds to take a cross and a syringe out of a draw, before grinning.]

Unless I can level the playing field yes? Oh I might not be a father Thompson but I will certainly give it a go.

[Kneeling by the cross he proceeds to put his hands together in prayer and confess his sins.

Sit tight Meg ... this could take a while.]

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[Why does that ring a bell? Meg's mind is reeling as she glares in his general direction... and then he kneels, and it clicks.

No. She had heard rumors, but... no. He couldn't possibly.]

What the hell are you on about?

[He looks annoyed but ignores her and carrys on praying regardless. Meg will get to hear all of his misdeeds. The murder of thirteen agents, killing his mistress Severine because Bond had defiled her. The jealousy he feels towards Bond for reasons his mind has blocked off to him.

She'll hear it all.

After Silva is done he calmly gets up to look at her. The syringe is still in his hand.]

My apologies for ignoring you earlier. As you can see there was a lot I needed to get off my chest.

In answer to your earlier question. I found an interesting little passage during my research on your species. Apparently a Father Thompson came up with a way to save poor souls such as yourself ... a way to restore your humanity.

The whole thing is silly though isn't it? I mean redemption for ones sins? Pfft.

Yet I am also curious to see if there is even a little bit of truth to such tales.

[And on that note he jams the syringe in his neck and starts to drain his blood. Never taking his eyes off Meg as he does so.]

[She listens with what the fuck the predominant expression throughout the course of his... confession? Wow. No.

Even she had to admit, the dude has done some pretty messed up shit.

At the mention of Father Thompson, she grits her teeth and glares. No way. That was an urban legend.]

Get real. We took that guy out before he got anywhere. One of our best went topside and killed all of those... what did they call themselves? Men of Letters?

[She chuckles dryly, totally unimpressed, until he shoves the needle in his neck.

Oh, ew. Was he fucking kidding?]

<[He removes the needle with a grimace ... Damn that hurt.

It is with a heavy sigh he takes out a piece of paper with part of the ritual scribed down on it.

He holds it up for her to see ... Pointing and tutting for emphasis.]

Well obviously not all of them.

[He smiles politely , giving her cheek a slight touch with his hand before throwing her to the ground and jamming the needle into her arm and injecting her with his blood.]

[She glares up at him at his tutting noise, not even dignifying this nonsense crap with a response.

When he brushes her cheek, Meg flinches away violently, only to be thrown face first onto the ground and -- fuck that hurt.

She lets out an indignant shriek and pushes him off of her, scrambling as far as she can into the corner.]

SERIOUSLY?!

[He responds to her shriek with a casual laugh. Silva is back in control of the situation and he is savoring it.

He strolls over to her casually.]

Hush now ... this will be oh so much quicker if you do not make a fuss.

[After a moment, she really doesn't feel much of anything aside from disgust and humiliation, but she still just silently glares at him.

It's much more out of disbelief than obedience.]

Good girl.

Now I hope you dont mind ... it seems I need to wait before administering the next dose.

[ Not to mention it hurts like a bitch when he drains himself.

After an hour he advances on her again with the needle in hand.]

Are we ready to continue?

[Meg sits for an hour, tingling unpleasantly from the spread of foreign blood through her meatsuit. It wasn't painful, but it was incredibly irritating. It took all she had to sit still and be quiet, to avoid provoking him in the mean time.

When he finally returns, she fights back a shiver and looks over at him icily.]

Knock yourself out.

[He curtsys ... mocking her before jamming the needle into his flesh again.

He curses as the needle hits and drains his blood again. As nessesary as this is it still didn't stop it hurting like a bitch.]

Hold still

[And again it gets jammed into her neck ... the blood should be coursing through her system pretty strongly soon.]

[She does anything but, kicking and thrashing and even attempting to lash out and bite, but he's got the upper hand and the needle sinks into the side of her neck and the rush of blood stings even worse this time.

Meg outright screams and thrashes again, finally landing a hard kick in the knee.]

[Silva lets out a yelp of pain ... well it's more half from pain and half from annoyance.

After regaining his footing he floors her with a right hook.]

Naughty naughty.

[It hurts more than it should, and Meg shrinks back into her corner, silenced again by shock and pain and an overwhelming sense of weakness that's creeping up on her.

Some time passes, and Meg lifts her head from where it's cradled between her knees.]

What's your endgame here? Why are you doing this?

[His knee hurts like a bitch. That shot was well timed Meg. However it is irrelevant now.

Since some time has passed now, the blood should be taking effect. It was now time for shot number five.

He gets up off his chair, and makes his way over to her albeit slightly unsteady on his feet. The shot to the knee and the blood loss really starting to kick in.]

Oh I don't know ... maybe it is because I can? Or maybe it is because your powers somewhat have me a disadvantage. I mean? I can not keep relaying on those little traps forever while I am here can I?

[He sticks the needle in his arm this time. His neck is starting to feel a little raw. As he drains his blood he starts to rock a little. The starts to spin but he shakes it off.

Blood loss is hardly the worst thing he has endured.]

Open wide.

[He jams the needle into her arm and once again fills her with his blood. It shouldn't be too much longer ... he hopes.]

You don't seriously think this is gonna work though, do you?

[But it was working.

Over the next hour, the blood really begins to take effect. Her mind reels and it feels like she's fading away somehow; diminishing.

Flashes of memories - hell, the rack, shit she did on orders from yellow eyes or Alastair or Lucifer himself - assault her consciousness. Regret and remorse seep through the cracks forming in her carefully constructed mental walls.

Meg curls herself in tight, huddling in the corner, tormented more and more by the second.]

We shall soon see won't we?

[He gives a little playful giggle. He's enjoying this ... the power is almost like a drug. However he is also well aware he needs to be careful not to get too carried away.

That is how mistakes get made after all.

After administering his blood for a sixth time he sits down and stares at the ceiling. As much as he is enjoying making Meg suffer, all this effort is just so tiring. He misses the days he could shoot whatever annoyed him in the head and be done with it.

But that was Paradisa for you ... nothing was ever simple. And thankfully Silva was smart enough to get to understand the ever changing battlefield.

Another hour passes. After giving her shot number seven ... he becomes curious.]

Do you regret it now?

[It would be painfully obvious that she's regretting something, the way she's curled tight in the corner, tears streaking her face and sobs wracking her shoulders, but broken as she may feel, Meg won't let his taunt go unanswered with appropriate vitriol.]

Never. I don't do regrets, asshole.

[Silva claps in a very sarcastic manner.]

Bravo, bravo.

Stubborn untill the very end ... you are more like mother then I could ever possibly realise.

[And that's what it all came down to didn't it? M and his loathing for her. His crippling inability to finish her off which led him to seek alternative outlets for his anger. In many ways it was fortunate that Meg came along when she did.

He leaves her in the curled in the corner and returns to his book.

Finishing it takes him up to the last hour.]

So then ... time to see if there is any truth to that little tale.

Are you as excited as I am?

[She glares up at him and tries to muster the most mocking tone possible, but something's just missing in her, impossible to draw upon. Still, she tries. She always tries.]

What're you gonna do now, say the magic words and hope for the best? Please. This'll wear off soon enough. I'd just leave now, if I were you.

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Oh but if I were to leave now ... that would be ever so rude of me.

[Jamming the needle into his left arm he takes the last blood sample. He's kept his strength up so far ... he can't possibly fail.

Silva grins, kicking her to the floor and jams the needle in in her neck for a final time.

Satisfied he casually throws the needle away. It is now useless to him after all.]

It is funny that you mention "magic words" actually.

[He takes out his knife from his coat pocket. The same one that was used in the warehouse during their last altication funnily enough.

He closes his eyes and begins to chant.]

Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus. Hanc animam redintegra

[ Upon uttering the final word he slices his right hand. With blood dripping on the floor he places it against her mouth. The light that follows is one of the most beautiful things he has ever seen.]

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[On her end, the white light blinds and burns; hurts so bad she's sure this is it -- she's really dead -- and then everything goes numb.

She spits Silva's blood and wipes the rest furiously from her face, and then it hits her like a freight train. The anguish of regret, remorse. All the pain she'd caused, in every one of her lives. Every soul she'd tortured. Every life she'd taken.

Meg wraps her arms tightly around herself and begins to sob uncontrollably.]

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