Silver can't die

Prologue

I bite my lip and curse softly. Whatever is in this girl does not want to leave her alone. I can feel it, seeping outwards from the bricks toward me tickling my senses like a malevolent feather. This is not going to be easy.

I push the door open and it moves forward without even a creak, and somehow, I find it all the scarier. 

From first glance, I can tell she is well cared for. Even in the gloom, my eyes can see the pictures of her laughing with friends, having her sweet sixteen, kissing her boyfriend . . .

Bile rises in my throat as I look down at the figure on the bed, strawberry-blonde hair wild as she thrashes in her sleep, the demon not even letting her get an hour of rest.

I stamp once, hard, on the floor, and its blood shot eyes snap open, body twisting as it strains to get away from me. I make a point to remind Alastor that I am a bounty hunter, not an exorcist.

He knows about my sway over demons, but he also knows how dangerous it could be for me if this gets out. If the Gods ever knew I was still alive, I have no doubt they would do their best to kill me. Again.

'Spare me! Spare me, Executioner, and I will give you riches beyond your wildest dreams! I will serve you, lo-'

I whip out my containment crystal, interrupting it's lies as I begin to chant.

'Obedire mihi, demon, et vasi depone!'

It bucks and howls, its voice shattering the glass as it desperately attempt to maintain its hold on her body, but the crystal sucks it in dragging it from her body in a torrent of magic and curses.

Tucking the now black crystal in my pocket, I take one last look at the drained girl on the bed as she finally manages to catch some rest, before I exit the room and close the door.

Seated at the table is a tall grey-haired man, hunched over a cooling mug of coffee, untouched by is elbow. He looks up as I stride forward, hope lighting the planes of his weathered face.

I give a single nod, and watch with a small sense of satisfaction as he beams in joy, his daughter free for the first time in months.

He gets up and makes for the door, but I stop him with my hand.

'She needs to rest. Possession can be . . . draining.'

'Of course, of course. Thank you so much!' he says. 'I owe you much more than . . .'

He breaks off, looking at me sheepishly.

'Sorry, I forgot.'

'It's fine.' I shrug. 'I get a cut anyway.'

He nods happily, and I get the sense that he is rather eager for me to go. I can't really blame him. I am carrying a demon in my pocket.

Nodding once more, I scurry out of the house and head for the woods, adrenalin still making me jittery. Facing down demons is not exactly the most tame thing I can do, but I make it a point to never show weakness during jobs. It can be taken advantage of far to easily, and not just by people.

Sometimes I just feel like a little girl, still afraid of the monsters in the dark, even though I am one of them.

I slip inside my house and head upstairs, too tired to do anything but curl up in a bath for at least an hour.

Reaching my bedroom, I shuck my clothes and run a bath, taking great care to place the crystal in my enchanted cupboard, with spells to help prevent the captured from escaping. I rarely use magic anymore, too afraid of what will happen, so I get the spells from Alastor, who is more than happy to give them to me, as long as I keep on taking the assignments no one else wants to do.

Allowing myself to relax, I slip into the tub and moan softly as it slides over my anxiety, steam rising in spirals of pale grey.

As my control slips, I feel my walls come crashing down as my magic breaks free.

Crap.

The water sloshes in the bath as I panic, looking for my tranquilizer, which helps keep my abilities under control. Without it, Gods know what I would do.

I can't see it, and my tattoos begin to glow, silver magic rising as smoke unfurls from my skin. In my haze of panic, one road sharpens in my mind.

Leaning over the sink, I take one last look in the mirror at my swirling irises before I bring my head down on the white ceramic, knocking me out cold.

HEY GUYS! THIS IS MY FIRST STORY, SO IF YOU SEE ANY MISTAKES, PLEASE DO POINT THEM OUT, AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY THE FIRST SLICE OF 'SILVER CAN'T DIE'!!!!!!!!!!!!