Silver can't die

Chapter 1

I whimper softly as my fingers probe the side of my still sore head. Pulling that stunt yesterday was reckless, but I had no other choice.

I get up on shaky legs, like a newborn lamb. Dry blood coats the side of my head, but there is no wound, thanks to my fast healing. If I'm being honest, I would probably be dead by now if I healed like a human.

Dragging myself to my closet, I pull out a random group of clothes. I don't really care what I look like, I just need to drop off the stupid demon at Alastor's.

As I reach for the crystal, my ankle twists and I slip, My hand unfurling as it flies through the air . . . and smashes on the floor.

I gasp and scurry forward, but it's too late. Smoke breaks free from the shattered pieces and rises, a triumphant whee coming from it.

Warning bells go off in my head. If that pesky little thing gets away, it will take me ages to track it down, especially when I am supressing my magic. 

A creature that looks like a cross between a bat and a monkey flaps his wings happily, shrieking with joy.

I roll to my feet and lunge for him but he darts down the stairs, heading for the door. 

Shit on crackers.

I try to take the stairs like a normal human being but end up half-rolling, half bumping down. I reach the bottom just as a loud crash announces its exit from my window.

I literally just had them done.

I don't even waste time with shoes as I ram into the door and sprint outside, wincing every single time a pebble bites the sole of my feet.

The bat-monkey flaps his wings, and, in gust of air, makes for the skies. I make one last desperate leap.

By some miracle, I manage to grab one of his warm feet.

He shrieks indignantly, and flaps harder trying to adjust to the sudden weight. He yowls, pissed, but I tighten my grip.

Oh no you don't, buster! I think grimly. Not only are you going back in a crystal, you're gonna pay for my window!

Unfortunately, heHIM  has other ideas. Being at least three times what you would imagine a normal bat-monkey would be, it veers slightly in the air and heads over the woods.

By the time we are halfway through, I have already cursed the stupid thing in all the languages I know, and I know a lot of languages.

An overly tall tree whacks my face one last time before civilisation is revealed, and it heads straight for a massive group of silver vans and black cars, speeding on a highway.

I squint, my eyebrows furrowing as I try to make out who is on top of the car in the centre of the mob.

Is that . . .

With a final flap, Bonkey (bat-monkey) collapses on top of the hard metal.

I spout some final curses as my vision blurs once more. That stupid idiot just dropped on top of a moving van!

As I get my sight back, the van lurches forward. I slam into the roof as the driver tries to get me off. While I'm fighting for my life, I catch sight of Bonkey crawling for the open window, chittering with glee.

Damn thing only thinks about food.

I reach forward and grab hold of his tail. Raising him as high as I can, I slam him as hard as I can into the sides of the van.

When he finally falls limp, I drag him up and watch as he finally shrinks back to pocket size. I inwardly curse myself for not having the presence of mind to grab a containing crystal. But then again, I didn't exactly have time.