SO I HAD THIS IDEA IN MY HEAD, AND THIS IS ME TRYING TO WRITE IT DOWN!
Helen Magnus walked into the room, bolting the door behind her.
She looked at the only other occupant in the room.
"Get out of that body this instant", her anger was seeping out.
"Or what you'll shoot me? Honey that won't work on me."
"I won't ask you twice" She said, taking the blade from the table and holding it to his throat.
"I could get used to this vessel. Strong, powerful, with an ability that no man should be able to possess." A smile graced his lips.
"AH!" Helen thrusted the knife deep into his chest.
"You're a feisty one, but I'm in no hurry. Maybe you should try something a little stronger."
"As you wish," she said, walking over to the table and dipping the knife into the Holy Water.