A companion piece to Haunting... Jessica pushed herself to her feet, ignoring the dirt that marred the delicate chemise. She did her best to stand tall, with her back straight, taking the beast head-on. She pointed to the salt circle. "You will never cross that line. It would be in your best interest to tell me how to get rid of you." Jessica's voice was stern, and strong and yet it elicited a harsh laugh from the demon. "Pretty thing thinks we will be sent away," he spoke slowly, his lips working carefully over sharp fangs. "Silly thing."