Sarah took the next few days off of work, due to the fact her "super powers," as she came to call them, started acting up during random times. She even popped a light bulb one time she sneezed.
Balaam refused to explain to her why her powers just showed up in her life. Twenty-four isn't really a special number, at least not in Sarah's mind it's not.
"Just tell me already," Sarah begged after he sixth attempt at levitating a glass full of water off her kitchen table without dropping it.
"Maybe we should switch you to plastic cups," Balaam suggested after the glass shattered, water flying everywhere.
Sarah huffed in annoyance as Balaam cleaned up the mess with the flick of his wrist. "Stop changing the subject."
"You'll catch on eventually, though," Balaam continued, moving to the fridge to fetch something to drink. "One of these days it'll just click." He emerged from the cold, rectangular box with two beers that had been hiding in it's depths behind some week-old lasagna.
Sarah's eyes where narrowed at the tall demon, irritated by his forever-smug expression-his left eyebrow always slightly cocked while his lips were set in a permanent smirk and his eyes holding a mischievous gleam. "You're impossible," Sarah stated, giving up and accepting the Miller Lite being offered to her.
They both took a seat on the couch, Balaam crossing one leg over the other while Sarah sat with one foot under her and the other knee drawn up to her chest. They sat in a comfortable silence, listening to the night life on the street three stories below them.
"When exactly will I catch on?" Sarah asked, her soft, nasally voice cutting through the silence. "'Cause, well." She sighed and set her now half full beer bottle on the coffee table. "It's been, what? Three days since that last murder-suicide case?" She glanced at Balaam, making sure he was listening before continuing. "I mean, this Dean guy has got to be close, right?"
Balaam sighed, causing Sarah to lift her eyes from her hands to his face. He set his now empty beer bottle down then leaned back into the couch. "He wont kill you," he said simply. "At least not at first," he continued.
"What'd you mean?" Sarah turned her whole body towards him to show he had her undivided attention.
"I mean that he'll feel sorry for you," he explained. "With the speed you're progressing at, he'll see that you're not familiar with your powers and that you haven't killed anyone-you havn't even attempted it-so he'll feel bad." he finished. "That and he's got a soft spot for pretty girls," Balaam finished with a teasing sideways glance at Sarah.
"So he doesn't know that I'm suppose to be the death of him?" It was more of a statement than a questions as Sarah brushed off Balaam's last comment.
Balaam shook his head as he pushed himself onto his feet. "I wouldn't worry about it much, dear. It'll all work out in the end." With that, Balaam disappeared, leaving a neatly-folded note on the coffee table next to his beer bottle.
You'll get a hang of those powers soon enough, but until then I suggest you check and double-check that your doors and windows are shut before going to bed. We don't want any little critters sneaking in at night now do we? ~Yours Truly, B.
The short letter was written in elegant-yet shaky-handwriting, the dark green pen that was used smearing slightly to the right, suggesting that Balaam was left-handed.
Sarah observed the note a second longer before setting it back on the table, exchanging it for the two beer bottles. She set them in the kitchen next to he sink before heading to her front door to be sure it was locked. Sure enough, it was, so she turned to go get ready for bed when she heard a faint click come from the door.
A/N: short chapter, i know, but not many people read this story anyways, so eh. can you guess what's gonna happen in the next chapter? cause i can! it really isn't that hard to figure out... but maybe it is? idk. we'll see what's up with the door next chapter, which i haven't given much thought about. anyways, i'm having a good time writing this! i hope the few people that are reading this enjoy it! you guys are frikin' awesome! comments are always appreciated! next chapter may be up sooner than later, but we'll see :)
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A Demon's Daughter
Fanfiction"It is not in the stars to hold our destiny, but in ourselves." ~William Shakespeare. Sarah Fowler never thought of herself as anything special. That is until a demon showed up in her living room. As soon as the demon makes its exit, an unusual amo...
