Never Look Back

Skye McKenna cocked her gun, smirking at the demon with ice cold eyes.

'Sayonara bitch.'

Then shot it in the face.

She smirked ever wider as it exploded out of its host, but she also felt a stab of annoyance in her gut.

The thing wasn't dead... but then again, more target practice if it came back.

Skye glanced around the shadows, senses primed and ready, tensed for anything that came her way

But this time, there was nothing there- she was seeing ghosts (!) Skye sighed, then lowered her gun, shaking back her long sienna brown colored hair, her eyes, which echoed her name, were sky blue.

Twenty years of age, and already an outcast. Family meant nothing to her since they had chucked her out on the streets. She'd always had anger management problems, but this only made it worse.

And getting possessed by a demon at the age of sixteen didn't help either. Once it was over, and the demon left, Skye had been left with a new purpose in life, bourn out of her constant fury coursing through her veins during possession.

Anyone who saw her would think she was lacking a heart, or even a soul.

But hearts were very easy to break, and souls to take.

Why be weighed down by the burden of guilt-? This was her job, her life for four years now. Getting rid of these things, even sometimes killing the human the demons were using in the process.

They were broken anyway. Cast-offs

Skye sighed, then put her shotgun on her shoulder, turning away and hearing her heeled boots clack against the stone floor of the abandoned school the demon had been using to hide out in.

But as she stepped forwards, she felt herself fly backwards and smash into the wall behind her with a grunt. Her eyes traveled once again around the shadows, then fixed themselves upon a figure in the shadows, then she chuckled.

'You demons just don't give up do you?'

The demon stepped out of the shadows, and Skye saw to her disgust the demons black eyes. Disgusting creatures that needed to be purged...

Skye pulled against the bonds keeping her in place, then glanced down- her gun was only a meter away. She so badly wanted to ran it up the demons ass and let it off.

Sure, she had a vivid imagination, but hunting had its perks- she got to try them out.

Then she remembered the knife in her belt, the one she'd made herself- iron, and soaked in salt for nearly fifty days. It kicked the shit out of demons and ghosts.

So she tried another tactic.

'Please don't hurt me!' She said in her best little innocent girl voice. The demon raised an eyebrow at her, unsure, then-

'Oh? Never had you down as a coward McKenna.'

Skye forced out tears. 'Please don't hurt me!' But all the time, her hand was inching to the knife in her belt. The demon chuckled, then did exactly what Skye was expecting. It sidled up and smirked, raising a hand to her face, then move down slowly.

Then she struck before it touched her stomach. No guy had never, or was gonna touch her there without her permission. Her heart belonged to no one but herself, and that was the way it was going to be.

Forever.

Her face and narrowed eyes were bathed in a yellowy orange light as the demon exploded and dropped to the floor, the bonds on her released. She crouched down, then whispered.

'Gotcha.'

Then she straightened up, sticking the knife back into her belt, picking up her shotgun and walking out without looking back.

She walked back to her dark blue Ford Mustang with black hood and opened the back, pulling her bag forward, rummaging through for a piece of chocolate. For a hardcore hunter, she did love her chocolate.

Then she closed it and got in the front, running a hand over the dark leather wheel, then gunned the engine, pulling out of the abandoned lot, apart from a few overflowing bins and rubbish all over the floor.

When she stopped the car again, it was in the drive through of McDonalds.

'BigMac, Oreo McFlurry, chocolate milkshake Ta.'

'Any salad with that?'

'Chips'll do.'

How she'd ever managed to stay so thin, it was anyones guess. But for now, she was going to crash out on the crappy little shitty motel bed, sort the grazes on her arms, eat, maybe raid the laptop for another case, then sleep for a few hours.

Fun (!) Shoot a few ghosties in the face, maybe hook up for the night and "accidentally" taking the guys money when she left in the morning.

Maybe she was made for being heartless-? If Skye had been, she fit the bill of being a bitch.

Even Hell wouldn't want her.

Skye collapsed on her motel bed as promised, then reached into the bag and pulled out the BigMac, taking a bite out of it, thinking as she chewed.

It was five years today since that day her parents had kicked her out- and it hadn't been her fault. A demon had possessed her, making Skye do... terrible things to the house and them...

But, even before possession, no one listened to her cries for love and attention. And after-? They called her a blemish on the McKenna name, and kicked her out.

A fifteen year old girl, her mind open and vulnerable... totally alone...

But the experience had also hardened her, toughened her up to the point she wasn't recognizable as a human inside.

She looked like a human...

Acted like a human...

But thought like a monster.

Suddenly, Skye felt a prickle creep down her neck, and her head snapped up at the same time she was slammed into the wall by her throat.

She snarled, reaching for the blade again, but the demon whacked it away to the other side of the room. 'Naughty naughty McKenna.' It smirked, pushing its face towards hers.

Skye raised an eyebrow, then said in distaste.

'Only a mother could love a face like that.'

The demon snarled, then went to punch her, but she kicked it in the stomach and pushed it away, but as her fingertips touched the tip of the blade, she felt it grab her legs and pull her back.

'Bastard!' She yelled as it pinned her down, then sat on her chest. Its black starless eyes looked amused, but then, just as it raised a hand, there were gunshots, and the thing hastily moved off her, swearing loudly.

More shots rang out, and the demon expelled itself from the body of the man it had been using.

Skye lay there for a moment, but when of her saviours grabbed her arm to help her up, she nearly hit them, swearing.

'Get off me!'

The person, the man let her go, and she stood up and glared. There were two of them, both carrying guns and looking like she was-

A hunter.

The one helping her up, or had tried to, had short dark hair and it looked like green, eyes. The other, the taller one, was standing nearer the door, finger still on the trigger, pointing at the floor, but Skye had felt it- he was more than willing to shoot if something else arised.

'Huh-' Skye snorted, standing up and dusting of her midnight jeans. 'Why did you do that?'

The man in front of her blinked in shock at the hostility lacing her voice. 'Excuse me-?'

'I'm a hunter! Why are you interfering in my business!'

The tall one scowled, then said. 'Well listen Princess; you would have been that demons bitch if we didn't intervene. You should be on your knees and-'

'Intervene- shimintervene!'

Now she swelled up- fellow hunters never understood her. Her in general. Her ways. How she liked to be left... alone.

'Not even gonna say thanks?' The tall one growled, and Skye could see he was itching to point that gun at her.

Skye rolled her eyes.

'No! Now get out!'

The dark haired one looked more shocked than offended. He backed off, still frowning at her, then said. 'Come on Sam. And in future, we won't save little ungrateful bitches.'

So much for shocked (!)

The one called Sam, the tall one, gave her a look that actually wanted to make Skye turn away. But she didn't.

That was showing fear... nu -uh.

The tall one slammed the door shut on his way out, making the windows rattle in their frames.

Looked like she wasn't the only one with anger issues or whatever shit she had floating around inside her head.

That was the way she worked-

Get the job done.

Walk away and never look back.

And never, ever fall in love...

Well, with the end of Enjoy the Silence in sight, I had an overwhelming niggling feeling to write another soulless Sammy fic. So... viola! Lot darker than I usually write, but people who like soulless Sammy won't be dissapointed. Not just one heartless ass this time, but two! What fun! Next up soon! Reviews much loved(: X Nic