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Visions…
I smirked. Yet another summons. It was a busy day.
The summoner was a woman, in her thirty's, probably here about something trivial (to me anyway).
"Yes, darling?" I asked innocently, appearing behind her. The poor woman jumped, looking me in the eye for a split second, enough to let me glean her thoughts.
Her name was Sarah Milton and she was here because her daughter was dying. Cancer.
"Um,"she stuttered,"Are you really a …demon?"
I gave a sharp smirk,"'Course, dear". I knew she doubted me. I was in the vessel of a former prositute named Glinda, so I flashed my eyes. Just enough to convince…
I could see poor Sarah steeling herself, but of course she was terrified. Who wouldn't be?
I looked at my nails,"Is there anything you wanted, or should I kill you where you stand for interupting my job?"
She practically yelled,"No!" Sarah swallowed,"I want you to heal my daughter. She's dying of-"
"Cancer, yes I know, Sarah", I grinned. Finally, some action!
"H-how did you-" she started, but I smirked and she dropped it.
"If you're sure". I started towards her and her courage plummeted.
"W-wait!" she screeched and I stopped,"What's the catch?"
I gave a smile sharp as thorns,"You get ten years, of course. Ten years with your daughter and then…" I trailed off, but I could tell she got the point.
Sarah steeled herself,"Okay. I'll do it. Caroline gets healed and I… die in ten years, right?" I nodded.
She inched towards me nervously,"So, is that it or…?"
I bit my lip,"Well, you know that saying 'sealed with a kiss'? 'Cause it's true". I drew her in for a kiss and she tensed the whole time before I released her. Sarah trembled and turned to leave.
I was about to disappear when she turned around,"Thank you,"Sarah murmered,"Thank you. My Caroline gets to live a full life now!" She smiled, slightly crazed before leaving.
I realized that my smile had melted off my face. I now sported a rather confused look. And it wasn't because of the rather strange comment she had left with, but rather of the vision I'd gotten as she said it…
A flash of dark hair appeared in front of me and a voice whimpered,"Mommy, it hurts".
I found myself answering,"It's okay, darling. Mommy needs to go out for a while, but I'll be back. I promise".
"Okay, Mommy", the same voice answered. The feeling of dread washed over me, and I got the feeling I would never hear that voice again…
I gasped, coming back to myself. Panting for breath, I wondered what the vision was. After all, it was the first of its kind!
I gave myself credit for being rather smart, and I quickly came to the conclusion that it was from my past life before I went to Hell and became a demon. After all, demons don't appear out of nowhere and I MUST have made a deal to come down here (well, that or been EXCEPTIONALLY bad, but I doubted that).
I shook my head to clear it. Back to work.
A/N: When I was writing Gracie Winchester; Sister Extraordinaire, I found myself quite enjoying the wicked sharpness of the demon (though that was the shortest character) and wanting to write more. So, this story came into effect and I'm not sure exactly where it's going. Certain things will happen (I know that for sure) and certain things won't. Sam and Dean might be here, but only shortly because I want this to mainly be about S****, the demon.
*BONUS POINTS AND A HAND IN THE STORY IF YOU CAN GUESS HER NAME*