"Sam, hand me the knife," Dan says gruffly. Sam is his name. Not Sid. Sam passes the blade over to Dan, who heads towards me to cut the ropes. I get a good look at the dagger for the first time, and I can see that its not a normal one. It has grooves all over, and looks powerful. As he nears, Dan catches me eyeing the dagger, curious, and he explains, "This kills demons." A knife that kills demons? How is that even possible? As if reading my mind, Sam answers my question. "We aren't sure how it works, but it must have centuries worth of enchantments and curses." Dan starts working on the ropes.
"Where did you find it?" I am interested now. "Picked it up from a demon, actually," Dan explains. He glances over at Sam, like he is expecting some sort of reaction, but Sam just remains expressionless. Finally, I am cut free. There are red circles on my wrists and they hurt like hell. I try standing. Bad idea. Everything goes black.
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Hunted
FanfictionFor as long as she can remember Eleanor has been a hunter. Everyday has been the same; get up, save lives, and move on to the next case, with the slight chance of dying in the process. Everyday has been the same, that is, until she runs into the Win...
